This Love will be the death of me, although I know I will never fully understand it.
Find myself, laying in his dirty sheets.
Trying to ignore the bullshit my friends are saying about how I'm too good for him.
I know he is pulling me down, but I don't mind this time.
I'm drowning slowly, and it's beautiful.
This is pure happiness.
I'll make sure I'll be prepared when the heartbreak comes.
