twice
your eyes aren’t brown. they’re green with brown around the edge.
every time i see you, we end up at the lake, just staring.
half talking, half moving in closer.
you said you’ve never kissed a girl with more than one tattoo (and it was on her foot).
oh, and that whole side-mouth smirk you do drives me fucking insane.
i can picture sleeping with you to the sounds of OK Computer.
