I can't stop thinking
About your eyes
The way you look at me when I sneeze
Or the way you make me feel inside
I can't stop thinking
About kissing your neck
The feeling of your fingers on the back of my skull
Or tickling your back in the morning after sex
I woke up this morning from sleep and all I wanted was you
I wish I was there with you
Up there on fifth floor
Under covers laying alone in solitude
Would I be happy living with your ghost?
This sort of topic would be too soon for most
More and more the fonder I grow
If I spoke something cute to you
I listen to an empty echo
I want to know how you feel about me
I want to know what to do
I want to know what you can't stop thinking about
Because I can't stop thinking about you
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