Softie

The Casket Lottery

You're so sweet, youre so sweet to me.
Symptoms get me to sing so high. my eyes water, when we're on the phone, i dont feel so alone. i wait for next sunday when you'll call again and make me sing falsetto. you make my heart feel ten feet tall. breathe in. breathe out. then think of me.

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