Now it’s a packed tram squashed in against the window willing not to be touched. Why why why.
Why can’t elbows be kept to themselves.
Why does it not seem to worry others. Why does it seem like people do it just to get at me.
Now it’s a packed tram squashed in against the window willing not to be touched. Why why why.
Why can’t elbows be kept to themselves.
Why does it not seem to worry others. Why does it seem like people do it just to get at me.
