Obsession is like a drug or something
You’re my favorite person in the world. You’re my favorite person in the world.
I can’t stop thinking about you. I can’t stop. And I know I’m going crazy, like probably legitimately insane.
But I can’t stop and all I think about is your body close to mine under the sheets. I hear your breath and your gentle whisper and I fall asleep with you in my arms.
But when I wake up, it’s just a dream.