Be my sign

I don’t like my body; I don’t like my mind

I love my hips 

& my lips 

& their little lies

I don’t like keeping company

If it’s you I’ll keep it any time 

I don’t like how in high school 

Everyone is intertwined

I guess it’s like the real world

Where our tales overlap and stars align

But only on occasions, and it’s never with the right guy