or
what if we kissed at the inflatable vegetable farm?
walking the dog
like water
down, but not out
hell in a hand basket
like a hawk in the sky
(hold on)
this doesn’t count
a soft place to land
señorita, feel the conga
i tried with you
one for me, and one for you
comin at you live
i luv the way
idk what2say 🥺
is this anything?
*phoebe bridgers lyrics*
that’s a nice one