It’s a little ****** up,
every time I get into my car
my impulsive desire is to drive
to you, wherever you are.
That every time I pick up my phone,
my hands try to dial your number at the tone.
That every breath I take
my senses miss your scent
and every mistake I ever made
haunts me with our end.
Also,
It’s a little ****** up how much I still love you.
Feb 27, 2016
Feb 27, 2016 at 3:43 AM UTC
It’s a little ****** up,
every time I get into my car
my impulsive desire is to drive
to you, wherever you are.
That every time I pick up my phone,
my hands try to dial your number at the tone.
That every breath I take
my senses miss your scent
and every mistake I ever made
haunts me with our end.
Also,
It’s a little ****** up how much I still love you.
