Fancy we found each other like this
In the rhythm of our chatter
And the roars of our laughter
Fancy we found each other like this
When I finally have season tickets
To the theatrics of politics
And the symphony of the eccentric
Fancy we found each other like this
You, a precocious seed planted in toxic land
Where I wither in the wrong set of hands
*too much feels, brb watching that pen-pineapple-apple-pen shit*
