cant stop thinking about gallavich and “his hands” by blegh.....
i kissed every stranger/ in the corridor that night/ I think I was searching for the taste of you
and you know you’ll be gone by the morning but you know he loves you
being unwanted/and wanting too much..... feeding the idea of you/ leaving you starving
But you know I was still down on my knees/ like it was a religion
I knew it was you/ while I was with him/ I knew it was you/ through the clouds of all those pills.... I knew it was you/ the whole time
and you know you love him/ and you’re falling in love with him












