Your what-ifs will be haunted by my hands

You will wish she can sing half as badly as me because it was always

More fun that way

You’re going to wish she takes nearly as many pictures of you as I

Once did

When I’m not there next to you

Messing up your hair or walking slightly behind you just

So I can slap your ass and then run, fast

You are going to wish I am

My moaning stuck in your memory,

My eyes with sad tears escaping

They’ll drive you crazy

Babe if you aren’t already insane because of me,

I can promise that someday you will be