I’m on new pills but I still hear about you.
I think I’ll go back to my old ones.
The voices say Howard is so possessive of you it would make me look like a homosexual.
As long as you’re happy, I suppose.
I still get the warm and fuzzies when you enter my mind.
Thoughts of you, tapping into my psychic radio waves, laughing at the same things I find incredibly stupid.
Waking up next to you and everything is golden.
Your beating heart on mine as you lay on my chest.
But if you want that kind of love the heart wants what it wants right?
I’m just trying to get mine to stop.