blanket

but this old white shirt, do you still want it?


someone like me
always in grey

oh, i know you want to feel his skin

my head on your shoulder
it feels like a hundred of miles ago

get it right
in the end, i'm only getting older
sirens on my side at night
scares me half to death

pricking myself with the same old needle

oh you're so little
when we're falling so hard