umhollller

i would really like to think that i dont give a ****

but i know i give a ****

and my pots fresh outta luck

so what am i to do,

when the waters so blue

and i'm stuck to you like glue?

and i mean maybe its a sign

your eyes are the same as mine

and when we kiss theyre aligned

but **** i move quick

and we kind of just clicked

is this all some type of new trick?

messin' me up, im stuttering

around you, my stomachs fluttering

'cause of the sweet words youre uttering

but now im tired

and my mind is wired

so now i bid, adue.

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