and it's not so much as wrong when i see a boy touch a girl's neck but something close cause my veins close up and my ankles ache like when they're just about to buckle that dark cold bit wells up inside of me and my teeth clench in the mudma style you frighten me curls frighten me in the same way fingers on a nape do your confidence in your chuckling how it always seems like the right thing to do when you're not covered by the corner's shadow boxing which we all know starts promptly at 845 am and refuses to end if no victor is declared but i digress like that renegade eyelash running covert operations from the lower part of your cheek