so i was eating some of those sugary gross conversation hearts. (they were on for $1 at work) and I was reading them.
they say like ‘cool’ and ‘ur cute’ and then suddenly
I think the factory workers need help
It was not your ship but mine.
And it was your OTP on the line.
The writers fucked it up this time
Didnt they my dear
Didnt they my-
draw things on my back with your finger so i can fall asleep/ in love with you