I breathe like your laugh is taking up all the air in my apartment, like maybe I'll **** in a story you left buried under a blanket in the corner, like all I have left of you is a few endings to a couple of sentences whispered into my ear.
i know im not pretty like the rest im not fit like the best i didnt reach my fullest- potential
my words aren't as strong and my torsos not as long im not like the others
those girls who are smart who are thin who are both who are in who have
those boys who are hot who are kind who are both who aren't mine
i don't laugh like they do im not loud im not squealing im the girl who can even reel you in to focus on what im saying that i love you
but im not like the rest the girls who i know will fit you best cos im not like those girls but i wish i was because those are girls theyre ones you love who squeal and are smart and thin and beautiful who are everything you want and deserve and need