Lying down on the couch looking at the ceiling enjoying my playlist that was exceptionally soothing to the ear like it was not mine because the next music found a way to supersede the one that just

Don't touch it to much, it's to friagh to behold. But when you leave, I can't deny it's my fault for not wanting to want you anyway. [Short poem~] Last night i thought far and wide, and let me tell you