Lovesick
I wanna be your favorite friend
Don't wanna be second to anyone
And I know you're drunk
But can you call me when you get Home
I feel so sick
And I wanna be close to you
But please don't touch me
You wouldn't know how
Bound together by
The cuts on your thigh
Keep hurting me
'Cause you mean more
Gold star
Fucking Prodigy
My baby
Don't wanna be second to anyone
And I know you're drunk
But can you call me when you get Home
I feel so sick
And I wanna be close to you
But please don't touch me
You wouldn't know how
Bound together by
The cuts on your thigh
Keep hurting me
'Cause you mean more
Gold star
Fucking Prodigy
My baby
Credits
Writer(s): Dirk Johnson
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