teen idle: got your voicemail, can you call me?at a hotel, there’s something...
got your voicemail, can you call me?
at a hotel, there’s something that’s weighing heavy on my heart and heavy on my chest.
i’m the long night, you’re the morning.
i annoy you, and you bore me.
and it’s hard enough to make it through a world that’s already a mess.
and i want you to want me…
