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.