your smell is stuck in my head
i made it up but i know it’s true
i daydream of your hands on my cheeks
your lips on my lips
my fingers in your hair
and i can smell it
you sing strawberries and watermelons but
you smell like firewood and ink
its my most absurd fantasy
that you could find a piece of me to love
so i’ll keep your voice in my ears
and let you sing me to sleep
with that sugar and salt melody
if it burns my tongue
then so be it.
is this about harry styles and his new album? i’ll never tell.