Something New
The man at the counter was so nice HE DIDNT ID ain’t that something new?
I wanna hang around with you
I wanna take a trip around the moon and forget who I am every now and then
It’s kinda funny when your hands shake hard but I want to hold them
I wanna hang around with you, no telling what we’ll do. Cause I can’t breath or feel my knees and i know it’s cause I’m anxious but my brain says it’s cause you’re reckless and beautiful
Ain’t that something new?
I wanna hang around with you. I wanna hate your life too, don’t ID me if you wanna see me the way I know you do.
A weird kid, full off conspiracy
I wanna hang around with you
Copyright © Evelyn Collins | Year Posted 2018
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