"But sometimes I miss ur face and ur taste and ur smoking gun"

The differences and impulses and your obsession with

The little things you like stick, and I like aerosol

𝘙𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘮𝘦𝘵? 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 "𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘤𝘪𝘨𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦"

𝘚𝘰 𝘐 𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘺 𝘮𝘰𝘮 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘢𝘥

Long nights, daydreams Sugar and smoke rings, I've been a fool But strawberries and cigarettes always taste like you Headlights, on me Racing to 60, I've been a fool But strawberries and cigarettes always taste like Blue eyes, black jeans Lighters and candy, I've been a fool But strawberries and cigarettes always taste like you