Monday, July 28
Hey Lover
Hey lover. Hows your head?
Get better and get back into bed.
What is this beautiful obsession?
There’s no way you’re getting a confession out of me.
Hey honey. Did you see the sunset?
Not one blood red cloud I’d regret.
Is it so wrong to want your soul?
I would kill to fit into that role of yours.
You gave me the spins,
You fogged up my mind.
I hate that it’s you,
Who makes me foolish.
Foolish.
Hey baby. Eat your heart out.
You’ve been wondering what it’s all about.
But it’s your time to move on, to reroute.
This is abuse.
To my heart.
To my head.
Get better and get back into bed.
What is this beautiful obsession?
There’s no way you’re getting a confession out of me.
Hey honey. Did you see the sunset?
Not one blood red cloud I’d regret.
Is it so wrong to want your soul?
I would kill to fit into that role of yours.
You gave me the spins,
You fogged up my mind.
I hate that it’s you,
Who makes me foolish.
Foolish.
Hey baby. Eat your heart out.
You’ve been wondering what it’s all about.
But it’s your time to move on, to reroute.
This is abuse.
To my heart.
To my head.
Labels: On Evil Obsession Flooding the Mind
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