I've got this old little blue jeans all day long and this long shirt that makes me look like i'm wearing one of my dad's clothes, i have some sun glasses on and I'm barefoot sitting on the table of the kitchen.
It's 11:09 pm. and Fallingforyou of The 1975 is playing on, I feel every word of the song that's crashing on my brain by every sound.
I can't say if I'm high, or drunk, maybe both, maybe none, or maybe this are just symptoms of carrying, and loving.
Loving you.
Maybe it is the most strongest drug that I've never consume, the must dangerous thing that I've ever know.
Loving you kills me, it hurts me in a way that feels good and I just can't have enough, cause my lips are burning to taste yours and yours are burning to taste my neck.
My arms are cold cause I need one of your hugs and your arms need to be all around my body, I have to feel the warm of your chest 'till we both sweat cause we are the hotness of the room baby.
We are not perfect honey, but what's different is that we creat our own meaning of perfection.
So come to me, get closer and kiss the hell out of me, until we both fall asleep.
