I can't sleep because I'm worried about you. Literally I am worried about you.
Isn't that strange?
You probably aren't worried about me.
It's 12:52 am and I have the song R u Mine by The Arctic Monkeys stuck in my head, and the line that's floating about on repeat but make a me think if you is, well, are you mine?
Because that's what I want to know, need to know, crave to know.
Are you mine
And am I yours?
I hope I'm yours. I wanna be yours. I want you to be mine.
Do you ever think of me at one in the morning? Do I even cross your mind and any time of day or night? Because you certainly fill up my mind all the goddam time.
