long black hair and white pale skin
piercing eyes whilst sipping gin.
don't know what's happening but let's begin
our story.
flashing lights and thumping bass
I can't even feel my face.
I feel like I'm going into
dangerous territory.
now your putting your number in my phone
and saying that you need a lift home
but I can't see and my head
is blurry.
but you look so good so i give in
not knowing what's going to happen, not thinking
we jump in the car and begin
our journey.
we're driving fast through the hillside
then some lorry comes past and hits the side
of my car.
Nov 2, 2020
Nov 2, 2020 at 1:18 PM UTC
long black hair and white pale skin
piercing eyes whilst sipping gin.
don't know what's happening but let's begin
our story.
flashing lights and thumping bass
I can't even feel my face.
I feel like I'm going into
dangerous territory.
now your putting your number in my phone
and saying that you need a lift home
but I can't see and my head
is blurry.
but you look so good so i give in
not knowing what's going to happen, not thinking
we jump in the car and begin
our journey.
we're driving fast through the hillside
then some lorry comes past and hits the side
of my car.
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