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I have this dream about Charli XCX

Finding her way to me on a train

From the London Eye to the Big Ben

She knows who I am

She’s studied my prose

She’s read all of my texts

I die like 15 times inside just watching her undress

She grows like my mother with the same warm brow

Like childhood holidays gone

I say something weightless

Like where the hell do you fall from?

But she understands me

Looks at me with wide eyes like she’s found god again

She’s in soft focus all around me

I can’t see the football game

On my dad’s sofa

We are still

And we never look at our phones anymore

I can’t think of anything better

Than your hand on my sweater

Tell me please am I the boyfriend you need

I shouldn’t have wrote you that letter

Believe me I’ll try to do better

Oh tell me Charli please

Screams

I should not have wrote you that letter

Believe me I’ll try to be better

Where it means

Charli

In dreams

Screams

Oh Charli

My bed sheets are wet

Oh Charli

I pray to forget

In dreams my face is still in your chest

Oh your generous loan to me

Your crippling interest

My bed sheets are wet

Oh Charli

I pray to forget

In dreams my face is still in your chest

Oh your generous loan to me

Your crippling interest