• maoahi 5w

    When I got back after applying lip balm on my teared up lips
    You were overseeing the car crashes on red light
    Letting your reasons fall through the sour go-to coffee sips
    As if the handover was already in your sight
    It's debatable that I can't answer what I was doing there
    It was one hand made constellation
    I had a big pocket on my dress under my savage sweater
    And my love peeked up from the bottom
    Not with me
    I haven't got my weird
    Have you got your weird? Not with me
    You can't drink hard when surrounded by crowd
    To shout till you can hear that it's loud, yeah
    No, not with me
    I haven't got my weird
    Have you got your weird? Not with me
    I haven't got my weird
    I better arrange my weird soon
    ©maoahi