is it in my head, us?
your hand grazes mine. twice.
your eyes find mine while we cower over books
you’re the only guy with all us girls
if it’s all in my head how come I’m soaked?
how come you’re Â
the only person who cares?
my sweet london how would I know
I promised to stop giving everything up
I will stop at your bus station if you
give me the ticket
Nov 10, 2025
Nov 10, 2025 at 10:58 AM UTC
is it in my head, us?
your hand grazes mine. twice.
your eyes find mine while we cower over books
you’re the only guy with all us girls
if it’s all in my head how come I’m soaked?
how come you’re Â
the only person who cares?
my sweet london how would I know
I promised to stop giving everything up
I will stop at your bus station if you
give me the ticket
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