(To be spoken softly over a distorted bassline or a lone synth key)
Black t-shirt, sun on the back of my neck Lace tearing slow on a splintered porch deck You want a bikini? I’ll give you a sigh Goth girl summer — we bloom when we die charli o - goth girl summer
Charli O knows the sun doesn’t own the season. While everyone else chases tan lines, you’re collecting crescent moon prints, black lace that moves like smoke, and the cool relief of a midnight breeze at 3 PM. This is the summer of velvet chokers and iced black coffee, of finding beauty in the wilted roses and the cemetery’s dappled light. (To be spoken softly over a distorted bassline
Goth Girl Summer isn’t about the heat. It’s about the shade. you’re collecting crescent moon prints

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