"i am so lame" i whisper to myself
after putting your flannel in the dryer
so that it would be as warm as it was when you gave it to me
fresh off your skin
your scent is waning, but i can still catch it
i wish i could hold it in my palms
because god knows it's my favourite smell in the world
i wear it until it get's cold again
but by then i'm already asleep
dreaming of you as i pretend you're holding me
dude, ****. i'm such a wreck lmaooofslakdfj
