i'm in a funny head space. i think PMS is doing a number on me at the moment. i'm sad and tired. i've been listening to "peach, plum, pear" on repeat, which probably isn't a good sign, but at the same time it is, because at least i know what soothes me.
i guess, the thing is, that you should be careful what you say to me, because i believed you. and now i don't know what to do with myself.
and i have read the right books
to interpret your looks
you were knocking me down
with the palm of your eye
this was unlike the story
it was written to be
i was riding its back
when it used to ride me
and we were galloping manic
to the mouth of the source
we were swallowing panic
in the face of its force
and i am blue
i am blue and unwell
made me bolt like a horse
nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah...i guess, the thing is, that you should be careful what you say to me, because i believed you. and now i don't know what to do with myself.
and i have read the right books
to interpret your looks
you were knocking me down
with the palm of your eye
this was unlike the story
it was written to be
i was riding its back
when it used to ride me
and we were galloping manic
to the mouth of the source
we were swallowing panic
in the face of its force
and i am blue
i am blue and unwell
made me bolt like a horse
and you've changed some
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