I'm sure you're unstable. Too many drugs and not enough talks with Mom. I like your clothes, must've bought 'em online. Couldn't find them here. Fiery hair that I could swallow full and be content for the night.
Your face I can't remove from this dejection. And I already forgot how you look. Just stare at you like a creep, but I'm ten steps behind your first impressions of me.
In silence we can find our way back.
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someone fell in lust at a rave??
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