I wrote this while sleeping,

but I still mean it awake

I’ve always wanted to be one of the girls

Those girls

Nails painted the brightest intentions

A girl that’s careless

Yet whimsical

I am not fucking whimsical.

Of that I know

That kind of girl with

Fresh berries

Growing from her chest

Wetting her lips

One of those girls

That are pretty,

Pretty enough

And they make everything seem easy

not a care in the world

Yeah girl get him, you’re doing something right