Coronas Alone at 3 a.m.

Face is getting hot Knees are shaking mad Stomach is in knots Got the sickness bad Smoking to get calm Drinking to feel chill Putting on lip balm Ready at your will Watching the phone all day Can't sleep in the dark Oh what can I say? You're teasing my heart Hair is all done up Starting to feel greed Wish I could see you love Want more of that speed Eyes can't see straight Body is a nervous wreck Know it would be great Imagining the sex Fantasy over fate You're still all I can think of With this its love and hate But definitely more like love [5.11.09 - for the new guy.... the fast one]