Every love song reminds me of him
I imagine us dancing to them.
A montage of us laughing and him
Twirling me in “I love you’s”plays
Keeping to the rhythm.
I want to be his, but we only exist in
My dreams.
I see him when my eyes shut or when I’m staring
Into space while thinking of him
And what could have (be)en.
When I awake or the music stops playing
I try to be happy
But the words are stuck in my head
Following me through the day.
Will I ever get over him or will he always drive me crazy?
He is my guilty pleasure,
The song I hate to love.
Can I bring myself to stop listening?
Or will I always be stuck?
Apr 13, 2020
Apr 13, 2020 at 4:18 PM UTC
Every love song reminds me of him
I imagine us dancing to them.
A montage of us laughing and him
Twirling me in “I love you’s”plays
Keeping to the rhythm.
I want to be his, but we only exist in
My dreams.
I see him when my eyes shut or when I’m staring
Into space while thinking of him
And what could have (be)en.
When I awake or the music stops playing
I try to be happy
But the words are stuck in my head
Following me through the day.
Will I ever get over him or will he always drive me crazy?
He is my guilty pleasure,
The song I hate to love.
Can I bring myself to stop listening?
Or will I always be stuck?
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