Writing song titles on your hand.
Misery.
Oooh.
Where'd it go.
Right near.
Near your eyes.
Shoelace.
Downer.
And done with.
Because we all know why.
Garrett Johnson.
Sep 30, 2020
Sep 30, 2020 at 8:17 PM UTC
Writing song titles on your hand.
Misery.
Oooh.
Where'd it go.
Right near.
Near your eyes.
Shoelace.
Downer.
And done with.
Because we all know why.
Garrett Johnson.
a bit anxious
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