TLC

        im jealous of your mug and you probably are obsessed on my , blog

        like log it off and give me an hug , but dont you know i am like hit you 

        here it , i tend to that of an habit and it feels like i made it 

        like you read my chart , slide in my world when you hit that alert 

        how you like give me that TLC when you like touching me 

        and maybe i am out of mind but i like this state of mind 

        i remember how you smear it all over my lips with your fingertips 

        dont you know you leave finger trace over my face 

        but i kinda like how you stir me down like that 

        perfect , you know you are making me a better poet 

        how awkward i felt when i fell out the wheelchair into your , care

        but to be fair , you needed to practice about to handle situation like this  

        and most i like how you pick out what i what would i wear ´

        like a freaking stylish , how you paint me like an artist 

       yeah i remember ever detail of him , from the game to how he was like the best , bartender 

       mixing the medicine that sadly i throw all over his clothes , how he wore so kind 

      clean me up and said i wore cute when i felt insecure , this is how you become my cure 

      against my writing block and i feel like this chapter kinda , rock