dearest stranger is a stupid endearment i have for you cause how could you be ‘dear’ when I don’t fully know you
And it’s okay that your messages are so out of the blue First one, on a Wednesday Up to wondering if I’ll get one today
And the next, two weeks you’ll disappear like no traces but yet I’m reignited when i see the bubble containing your unregistered number
no designation yet i know that its you fully ingrained in my head trying to catch the rush that i felt when you’re with me as if going back to the night you gave me a little bit of attention- And I thought it would
complete me.
dearest stranger Oh how im helpless on your lips taking away the courage to delete Your unregistered number