Lyrics:
we didn't talk
all week
i'm stressing out getting migraines
sweatpants
no jeans
tryna work your mind like a card game
think i miss your lips on my neck babe
think i miss your palms on my chest
don't talk
don't…
this shit is too good
I love you
i am so proud of you
youve never ever made more personal music :( like ever...