5 ft 7 shadows in strobe lights
Sports bras, gold chains, and red eyes
I just want this drum and bass romance
With a sick jungle B side.
Tinnitus and hangovers
Living off meal deals and paracetamol
No wonder I’m single
It’s obviously cos all the fit girls live in Bristol.
There are memories at the bottom of a pint glass A Stella chalice With lipstick marks around the rim, Red like crime scene fingerprints. There are memories in this chair In this pub Splattered up the
I’ve got a tiny thumb And a face full of metal I’ve got hair in the plug hole And limescale in the kettle I’ve got a bus to catch And pasta sauce on my jeans I’ve got a bag full of magnets And a rolli