this girl asked what i’m listening to on camping chairs tn. showed her this song. i was thinking of u. the way she looked at me made me feel smth, n i wonder if i’m making it up. the way i did with you for months before it came true. but part of me knows it wld be nothing compared. a fun night, then we’d laugh it off and hug it out. maybe she’d kiss my cheek and tell me i looked good in more than a friend way. but what would it compare to the way you touched me for half a second? i want to move on but my body literally won’t let me.



