You know when you take off your glasses and the edges of the furniture looks all fuzzy, that's how I feel when I think about holding your hand. My limbs are tingly and my heart feels blurry.
I just wish you would put on your glasses and see how clearly I want you.
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Blurry
You know when you take off your glasses and the edges of the furniture looks all fuzzy, that's how I feel when I think about holding your hand. My limbs are tingly and my heart feels blurry.
I just wish you would put on your glasses and see how clearly I want you.