Sing to me, once again, in your room, like old days.

And I cannot stop thinking about you
I cannot stop wondering
If you’re constantly thinking about me
And don’t close your eyes, dear
I’m still staring
I won’t lie, dear
I’m still breathing
Even though your beauty is breath-taking

There’s glitter on my hands tonight. The paint on my bag ran when I sprinted home in the rain.
There’s a certain calm listening to the rain fall outside my window, it’s settled over me like a drowsy mist.
Too much to think about these days.

Yesterday I took a long bus ride back home and sat on a double decker, right in front. I love long bus rides home.

Back to the heart thumping, pulse racing, stomach churning, cheeks flushing, mind messing.

If I just disappeared from this world, would you look for me?
Nah, didn’t think so.