• aliamarie 5w


    The little bit of sunlight that cracked my tongue
    Left me skipping and slipping
    I've said what I wanted
    but it somehow
    Never comes out right
    Time is the dearest illusion that makes us feel trapped
    Under a blanket of dripping stars and distorted heat
    I keep my eyes open and I keep peekin'
    But every single time, it's you
    And then I gotta ship up and out and keep skippin'
    This little tango is so sultry and honestly
    The amount of innapropriate fun I'm having
    Is unreal