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.
why think about being looked for and when you can look for sth better.
random input.
<3 long bus rides. i take a 1 and a half hour bus home everyday.
i can take the train but i hate the trains, feels too artificial. if that makes sense
He might not look for you,
but I’m sure somebody else would.