Just a little bit.

Am I the reason why you tossed and turned last night?
Everything is such a blur, it didn't come out right.
And all of the sudden it is cold and we're falling apart.
No this can't be, please don't leave me alone in the dark.


I've never been a fan of long goodbyes.
I am at the finish line and you're just way too far behind.
And I guess we're really over, so come over, I'm not over it.


Late night you make me feel like I'm desperate.
I'M NOT DESPERATE.



Maybe a little bit possessive, a little miss obsessive.
Can't get over it.