manic pixie dream girl//sweet tooth

baby, darling, goddamn

you're making my head spin, split,

wrap around my limbs

twist up my stomach

sweet nothings--i'm becoming a cliche,

feeling heavier than i weigh. 

i think i just might like the idea of you

let me spill a little of my mess onto you

cross the 613 miles over to you.

i don't think i'll mean any of this in another week

but i wanna drink it up while it's still sweet, 

while my knees still get weak. 

maybe i'm faking, maybe you only exist in my daydreams

but i hope you mean it too. 

honey, sweetheart, goddamn 

i'm gonna choke on these butterflies

i'll be your psychopathic, anxiety-fueled heart attack 

you'll be my reason to float, reason to straighten my back.

kill my nerves, bury my insecurities

make you real

come a little closer till it's gone,

till i need another fantasy to latch on.