Tell me again about how the caterpillars in your stomach metamorphosed into butterflies that fluttered around when frankie walked through the door.
Leave out the part about the butterflies' stagnation,
how eventually they reverted back to caterpillars and mistook your insides for leaves;
because we can't stay in another day just listening to Au Revoir Simone with that same story rolling off your tongue.
darling, it is starting to leave unkissable burns on your mouth.
Aug 10, 2015
Aug 10, 2015 at 9:58 AM UTC
Tell me again about how the caterpillars in your stomach metamorphosed into butterflies that fluttered around when frankie walked through the door.
Leave out the part about the butterflies' stagnation,
how eventually they reverted back to caterpillars and mistook your insides for leaves;
because we can't stay in another day just listening to Au Revoir Simone with that same story rolling off your tongue.
darling, it is starting to leave unkissable burns on your mouth.
