My girl.
She doesn’t do love,
She loves me when I’m ****** up.
She taps me on the shoulder,
She told me, I hate it when you’re sober.

Whispering in my ear.
Let’s just get together one last time for old times sake.
I kiss her, taste her; knowing it may be my last mistake.
She drives me wild, even if it may **** me one day.
She comes and goes as she pleases.
I use to hate having her away.

Dull my senses, slurred speech. I’m the cadaver, she’s a leech.
I swore I couldn’t live without her.
I hope I don’t drown and find myself in her wild embrace.
Teach me how to love myself so I don’t give in to her beautiful face.

My girl, she loves me when I’m weak.