I keep dreaming of a boy
With long, curly, black hair
Who dons bruises under his eyes.
And when I touch those bruises
All I feel are the galaxies
That swirl within his mind.
I keep dreaming of a boy
With long, curly, black hair
Who dons bruises under his eyes.
And when I touch those bruises
All I feel are the galaxies
That swirl within his mind.