White Girl Taste


Going through bottles of wine for the pain
Pouring glass after glass just to stay sane
We met back in the fall of twenty thirteen
Back when I couldn’t tell if you were racist or just mean
One of the prettiest I’d even seen but I never told
Looking at pictures from back then, I swear they’ll never get old
I swear I just wanna be friends
Late night love texts that never seem to end
But I’m not obsessed and I’m deeply in love
I mean who do you think you are, the Holy Above
But it’s all good, I know if it came down to it you would
All the things we have in common
Aside from my skin tone and love for ramen
But it’s all good, I’d still love you forever if I could
That being said I know you don’t black guys but you really should


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