I will not not know peace until I have had a gay little dance party with the person I have been pining for in the teeny tiny burger joint I work at, specifically in front of the window so everyone can see us, then walk back to their place where we look at each other longingly through their fish tank, which is very large, and finally we sit on their sofa where they curl their very tall, buff body up just to put their head on my lap. That is all.
People keep trying to justify terrible songs by calling them "experimental" (NCT Sticker I am LOOKING AT YOU) and then when OnlyOneOf drop Skinz y'all bitches stay silent???!!! The disre-fuckin-spect