"Here's a song for the nights I think to much..."
I miss hanging out with you. I miss how your scent lingered on my pillow. I miss the way your lips feel when they are caressing my body. I miss it when you call me "women" or "buttercup".
I hate that I keep thinking about you and what you maybe up to. We agreed to be just friends, but that went out the window. I hate how I keep wondering if there are more people you are doing this to than just me. I wish I could just forget you and move on, but I find myself unwilling to. Why do you have to be so damn intriguing?
I hate that I keep thinking about you and what you maybe up to. We agreed to be just friends, but that went out the window. I hate how I keep wondering if there are more people you are doing this to than just me. I wish I could just forget you and move on, but I find myself unwilling to. Why do you have to be so damn intriguing?