You’re in my room again.
The lights are on but the door is creaked open.
You’re on my bed hovering over me as I sleep.
And no matter how much I long for you to be smoking your cigarette at my door, slowly looking at me,
You are not there.
You are a confusing mystery I can’t have to myself.
You’re a pervert but you’re my angel.
I’m a wolf and you’re my moon.
I want you home pervert.
I want you to feel me up like you used to.
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