I picked my my phone today,
And put it down again.
I picked it up and put down because
Like ginger tea, of lates, it gives me all the feels.
Every day, normal things suddenly is too much to bear
Because suddenly, of lates, like ginger tea,
They give me all the feels.
My favourite movie, my favorite song,…food… dang it’s all wrong.
Suddenly, of lates, like ginger tea,
They give me all the feels.
“To be or not to be” is the unwelcomed visitor in my head
Awake I lie and pluck the petals from the red rose
As suddenly, of lates, like ginger tea,
They give me all the feels.
