You stay with me like tan lines the imprint of a sun that hasn’t kissed my skin for months always reminding me that summer, like the pastis not another country. I can’t escape the thought of you by hiding in the rain.
You stay with me like tan lines the imprint of a sun that hasn’t kissed my skin for months always reminding me that summer, like the pastis not another country. I can’t escape the thought of you by hiding in the rain.