I can't help but feel jealousy.
I can't help but compare.
Only if I was a million miles closer.
What difference does a message do?
Your little torso walks around in organic cotton.
I'm selfish, and I like it.
Because I want you all to myself.
Maybe if my jawline was edgier,
maybe if my shoulders were broader,
maybe if my tongue was sharper.
I'd lose this fears,
I'd follow and I'd lead.
I'd rent you this body as a shelter.
I want you to be my boy,
I want to call you friend.
Currently listening to: "Creeps Me Out" by Ima Robot.
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