Introverted and maybe a little perverted

I stay inside my room with no plans for returnin'

My life is going down and it seems like its burnin'

Hell is next but the stops we hit were everything but rests

Keep a closed circle tight knit like sweater vests

I need to get something off my chest

My love for her wasn’t just about sex

She means so much to say it less

The nights we spent just staying up

Cut.

Laying in my bed tucked close enough to taste 

This wasn’t a waste I mean I guess it must have been fate

I’m truly tired its 3 am,

I think I’m just going to…