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Is it weird
If I send you the hoodie you subtweeted desire for
Two months ago
I don't know
(I don't fucking know anymore)

It's getting late
But I can't help obsessively dwelling on the texts
You never sent in my head
Left on read

I can't rely
On aleatoric passings in the night I need you
By my side
If that's alright

I'd risk again
Your Manhattan touch on my heart if it meant another
Shot at your love
I'm in need of

We could be pillow fort alumni
Sending short-long "I love you's"
From vibrating butt plugs
Remotely controlled from our phones

And I don't even know if it's my fault anymore
It could just be my ego making everything about me
But I really wanna love you
'Cause I know it'll further my character development
Am I selfish for that?
Does that make me a selfish person?



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Writer(s): Jack Yearwood
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