My stomach twists into knots My hands become soaked in sweat My throat closes up until you speak So smoothly "Hey, what's up Heather?" And I stare at you Talking about pot and how you skip school And it makes me want you more Those eyes Those lips You say to talk to you if I want to get high Like I need to make myself look lamer in front of me I am obsessed now And not only when I see youBirth sign: Libra
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