pour it out
rub it into their skin,
and try to wear us
like they know what we about.
it’s only ever gonna be a suntan.
ain’t neva gonna be black.
It’s fun to chant “Bloody Mary” into your car’s side mirror three times and watch her jog and try to keep up.
i hate the ‘i need to listen to new songs but i don’t have the patience to get into new songs’ feeling