I wanted to fight you
all afternoon
I'm not well, I dwell
I swoon
Lock myself in the projection room.
but what I want to play
You look so good.
You've got my wrists.
I can't be cryptic anymore
It makes me sick, let it come to this.
If you wanna go faster, scream
Like a moth, pin me down to it.
But what I want on repeat
You look so good.
You've got my wrists.
love me
- dolly at school
- She was Lo. Plain Lo in the morning. Standing five foot two in one sock. She smoked in her car and sang to herself. She wrote songs in her head when you took her on dates. She was jazz. She was the blues. She was high. She was not an artist, but she was good at a few things. That's why they still call her. And you should keep reading.
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