the warmth of summer was a sure way to destroy my self esteem
but the baking car, though the ac had reached its max,
my legs shot up with heat
the prickling sensation of desperation and neediness
im writing this because it made me think of you
the warmth of summer was a sure way to destroy my self esteem
but the baking car, though the ac had reached its max,
my legs shot up with heat
the prickling sensation of desperation and neediness
im writing this because it made me think of you