I love to think about you.
9:41 pm
Traveling along route 222
In the back of a uhaul truck
Thinking tragic thoughts of possible accidents,
I love to think about you.
I get nervous.
I get anxious.
This matress is very uncomfortable.
The fouton we slept on was too.
I remember kissing you gently on it.
Lean to the left too far and it would flip.
Then on the floor we locked lips.
I love to think about you.
I hate the fact the minutes pass two,
Without me missing you.
Your warm embraces.
How you smell my neck.
How I embrace your scent.
I hate to love like a mindless fool.
I'm a coward when you touch me.
Feb 27, 2015
Feb 27, 2015 at 9:48 PM UTC
I love to think about you.
9:41 pm
Traveling along route 222
In the back of a uhaul truck
Thinking tragic thoughts of possible accidents,
I love to think about you.
I get nervous.
I get anxious.
This matress is very uncomfortable.
The fouton we slept on was too.
I remember kissing you gently on it.
Lean to the left too far and it would flip.
Then on the floor we locked lips.
I love to think about you.
I hate the fact the minutes pass two,
Without me missing you.
Your warm embraces.
How you smell my neck.
How I embrace your scent.
I hate to love like a mindless fool.
I'm a coward when you touch me.
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