🎧" Studio Desperation"🎧

He’s supposed to be writing lyrics, but the paper in front of him is filled with half-finished lines that always circle back to you. His frustration builds until he storms out of the booth to find you, pulling you onto his lap in the studio chair. He mutters into your skin how you ruin him, how you make him so weak he can’t even do his job right without tasting you.

Song: "Call out my name" by: The Weekend

Side note: BRING DADA BACK BRO LIKE. NOW 🫵