You used to make me dizzy
pulling me along like a sticky tide
I would dream of you holding me
whispering little secrets
back and forth
I'd cross my fingers
humming affirmations to myself
Praying I'd get the chance
to be your girl
Nov 30, 2020
Nov 30, 2020 at 4:13 AM UTC
You used to make me dizzy
pulling me along like a sticky tide
I would dream of you holding me
whispering little secrets
back and forth
I'd cross my fingers
humming affirmations to myself
Praying I'd get the chance
to be your girl
h.w. roughest draft
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