Black holes
And unraised moles
Let's just call them freckles
Haircut
Heart left
Happy on the west coast
Coat fell
Heart swells
Draped across the sofa
Sleep well
I feel you've ruined me forever
I don't want to sound trite but you were perfect
The way you look could seriously make nature dysmorphic
I wish that you would kiss me 'til the point of paralysis
The way I flail my arms in front of you, it just embarrasses
I'll never turn my body clock back
And think about the things I'm glad I left out
Some things are best left unsaid.
Writer(s): Aleksandra Berditchevskaia, Neil Ashley Turner, Tom Bromley, Gareth Paisey, Harriet Coleman, Ellen Waddell, Oliver Briggs
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