Tick Tock Tick Tock

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 we’ve kissed 22 times

every time you say

this one’s the last

Tik tock tik tock

we’re going too fast

 

I held your hand

4 seconds ago

It’s already been three hours

Tik Tock Tik Tock

you bought me purple flowers

 

you listen to me

you plan

down to the last detail

Tick tock tick tock

let this time be my fairytale

 

you cuddle me in your sheets

I’m already falling asleep

Tick Tock Tick Tock

we’re in too deep

 

*Missed call*

I text you

"Please call me back when you’re free"

Tick tock tick tock

And just like that, you have no time for me

-maithili

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