I hate how I can’t be myself in bed with strangers, I remember all the useless things, like designs on your rings, the colors on your shirt.
I can’t control myself around you. My clothes feel like a million pounds. The feeling I get, When you light me on fire again. If I burn to the ground, Would you let me in? Its a wonder to wonder, If you’d ever let me inside of your head. The words that I can’t find, Have me on mind-blind, Covered in thoughts of your bed. I forgot to carve my niche, When I had the...