heavy thoughts bounce and hit memories of you colliding into happy thoughts ricocheting to bad memories. For a split second I think im happy. Right where I need to be with you. reality tells me that I'm still stuck, you're not here, you're with him, I'm still nobody.
just here with my heavy thoughts..of you. Bouncing about wishing, wanting to tease the salt from your lips one last time as we roll around on your couch like teenagers in a basement. The young blood pumping, rushing hormones fueling sinful desires, we could get caught at any moment by your folks. Then I snap out of it, calm myself down and think, at least it happened once upon a sweet time... go be happy with him, this is how it was ment to be I guess.