I want a picture of you: your face, your smile, everything. I wanna know how you taste, I wanna commit it to memory, thoes 4 seconds last night were enough to keep me intrigued. I wish I had you, wish you cared enough to stop walking. I wanna know your scent, I wanna hold you, be near you, why am I so desperate for you? Snap out of it! It’s not like she really exists is it?