Fever

//so where do i stand//

Night, day, night.

You bad, bad, kid. 

Yet,  

I still feel that I need your flaws/ 

wouldn't hesitate to embrace your favourites. 

What in the world is happening?

The coincidences' are making butterflies dance in ma tummy, 

leaving behind a trail of warm fuzzy wool balls. 

Oh gosh, 

I think I have a bad case of fever.