I like to wake and go to bed around whenever
I like to maybe come and go when I choose
But now I'm waiting for a text, call, whatever
What's gotten into me, besides you (Oops!)
You're like a rush, you're like a drug, it's just the sight of you
I like to think that I could kick you but it's what you do
When you wink at me
What's the lord think of me
For being so fucking weak, I find it hard for me to breathe

So here's where my story ends