She sat french kissing strawberries until all the good bits were gone.
Tapping *****, chipped nails against granite
Waiting to fall out of love.

Is it still ok to think of you when I'm all alone
and I just need someone to touch

Or what about when I'm exhaling sobs into pillows
and you're the only one who'd understand

My mind is my own
I'll imagine your hands, arms, and heart wherever I please
In my favorite dreams and fantasies you'll come back to me