“Clutching at the walls, tossing in my bed
Picture your physique so often in my head
Feel my heartbeat beat pumping in my chest
Heavy on my mind, stomach full of stress
Cuddle and caress, keep it on the low
Everything we’re speaking on secret on the phone
Leave it all alone, love will make you sick
Sick of being all alone, go and take a pic
Fiending for a fix, itching for your touch
Knowing you with him been, wishing it was us
Packing up my bags, gathering my things
Spin around again-gain, scattering my brain
I dabble in the flame, finger in the fire
Hand on the stove, leave a lingering desire
Dance with the devil, wrestle with the beast
Blessing from a sinner, confession from a priest”
Illbjjb
