i want you so bad
i want every piece of you to collide with me over and over again
until i see your face
then i realize i'm in love with my imagination
everything i feel for you
is nothing but infatuation
of the mind
i'll still fuck you in my dreams though
and giggle when you say hello
but only ever in dark rooms am i faced with the fact that you are not what i want you to be
and i sure as hell am not what you think i am
yet we still go in circles playing pretend
while your hands up my skirt
and i'm in my head
