don't you call her "baby"
we're not talking lately
don't you call her what you used to call me
I, I confess
I can tell that you are at your best
I'm selfish so I'm hating it
I notice that
there's a piece of you in how I dress
take it as a compliment
I'm listening to a podcast that's talking about the quarantine and how it's made everyone all over the world, very reminiscey (well aware that's a made-up word). Apparently everyone has been haunted by the ghosts of their pasts and thinking of the should have, would have, could have beens. Should you text your ex? I do not know, but perhaps it will assure you to know we are all in this together, literally the entire world. These are fun, exhilarating, no-man's-land times. Oooo-weeee. I finished my rewatch of Rick and Morty.
