Gabriella

I like to wake and go to bed around whenever I like to maybe come and go when I choose But now I'm waiting for a text, call, whatever What's gotten into me, besides you (Oops!) You're like a rush, you're like a drug, it's just the sight of you I like to think that I could kick you but it's what you do When you wink at me What's the lord think of me For being so fucking weak, I find it hard for me to breathe