There are some mornings, the late ones in particular, where i try to collect all the hazy memories i have of you. I love the lazy feeling this love gives me. The effortless kind, our kind.
I remember when you told me you were gonna teach me how to fly. It was the same day i wore my hair the way you liked it and you kept telling me how beautiful i was. We were so drunk balancing our glasses on our fingertips and staining the entire rug. It was lovely.
Lovely..
That's what you used to call me in the afternoon.
Used to.
Bye.
I remember when you told me you were gonna teach me how to fly. It was the same day i wore my hair the way you liked it and you kept telling me how beautiful i was. We were so drunk balancing our glasses on our fingertips and staining the entire rug. It was lovely.
Lovely..
That's what you used to call me in the afternoon.
Used to.
Bye.
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