haven't changed the sheets
i lie
and think of you
and me
and how we used to be
it's getting old
my thoughts of you
they drive me crazy
they make me lazy
i don't want to move
i just need to prove
i don't need you
let me proceed
i just lie and read
but then i stop
and i get lost
and i'm like
damn
i miss you
and your lips
and how i'd squeeze your hips
fell for your tricks
but i don't even care
and maybe that's what's sad
i just feel crazy
on the daily
i'd just like to move on
already