Tell me something, what makes you so special that you think it’s okay to haunt my thoughts 24/7?? You’re no different than any stranger I pass on my way to class.
You think you’re so cool when you strut past me so confidently wearing your black pea coat with the collar popped and your shiny black headphones resting around your neck.
You think you can just make me swoon with the way you style your hair so perfectly without trying, or the way your grin makes my mind race and my body ache to know what you’re thinking behind that gorgeous smile…
I love how you think you’re hott shit
and I hate that I’ve fallen for it.