w/ @rubbishrubbish

a p0em writeds itself from the pages that we found
in tha grass
n im pickin daisies an i lay em down
i give it all up give 100
u cant reciprocate the number
no twhat i wanted
im f33lin number
im drowniin bb will u hold me under
pinstripe pants and u wear em as ur nightgown
hold u tight
like a car to the gaurdrail
ill werite a poem 4 u
shell write a song 4 me
now won tu grab my hand
in the sweater that u got me
n yeh she lookin picture perfect
i might put her in my vers's
yeah she kinda mk me nervous
i see the corner an im gonna turn it
i j wanna feel ur touch
will tmrw be the last time
flip th elense
now it focus on the grey eyes
still unsettled bout th same guyy ?
lookin @ u too long n i mite cry
will this turn into anther remember when ?
but idc ill do it all over again
yeh ik u know ik the end
but f* it wereee jus heer for play pretend

hold me under (rubbish)

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hold me under (rubbish)

bigkid