cute boy kissing booth - my ghost pal ʕº̫͡ºʔ ʕº̫͡ºʔ ʕº̫͡ºʔ | Текст песни

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• cute boy kissing booth
• my ghost pal ʕº̫͡ºʔ ʕº̫͡ºʔ ʕº̫͡ºʔ

i watched your hands in a dark and crowded room
i watched them speak to you
does the taste in my mouth remind you of violence
we all taste what we feel

i packed up all i owned and set off for the sea
i carried along a journal of everything you said to me
'this was just a dream'

inspired by jamie’s tweet (@jayflour)
‘I feel like 1 of those ill people from 19th century literature who need to go to the sea to heal’