in my head you're on a pedestal
not even real celestial
like a statue carved by artist
you make me feel less heartless
but i've hardly gotten to know you
i don't want it to be true
because what happens next?
it's like another vortex
like to keep it casual
trying to be adaptable
but your good looks are intimidating
what could i be implicating?
Feb 21, 2015
Feb 21, 2015 at 1:25 AM UTC
in my head you're on a pedestal
not even real celestial
like a statue carved by artist
you make me feel less heartless
but i've hardly gotten to know you
i don't want it to be true
because what happens next?
it's like another vortex
like to keep it casual
trying to be adaptable
but your good looks are intimidating
what could i be implicating?
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