Well fuck me in the asshole
We went out. Was it a date? I doubt it. But regardless, it was a good time.
We almost bought matching vans, blue with lil barbecues and ketchup and mustard-- but they didn't have my size. Godamn.
You booped my nose, which was nice. 10/10 would boop again
Then we got lost, but not how I wanted to get lost, like actually lost.
You played "wasn't me" and we jammed. But then we screamed Death of a Bachelor at the top of our lungs, which was fun. You played I write sins, which I sang emphatically while you sat and watched. Hopefully you appreciated it. I lost my voice for this, so you better have.
You got out, and invited me 'for food' but I declined and you didn't press-- I didn't think you wanted me to anyway.
You didn't kiss me... and maybe you never will. But thanks for tagging along anyway.
