radiostatic but make it lovesick, nervous crying screaming throwing up. crank up the anxious attachment avoidance suffocating under a veneer of misunderstandings and glimpses of dreams that seem too good to be true. give me butterflies that feel like panic attacks and blushes so hot and cruel it feels like bleeding. radiostatic but make it a coin toss between the terror of vulnerability and the fear of abandonment. a red string of fate that becomes a fragile line they walk side by side on, because everyone knows all your greatest enemies start out as friends.













