I've deleted your number
A thousand times.

You flash red
But I miss all the signs.

Promised to never think of you
But you're still on my mind.

But you touch me, I like it
This should be a crime.

Think I need some therapy
You hurt me in ways I can't see.
Baby, I'm not you're enemy
This torture feels like a century.

I'm not your hostage, let me be
Stockholm Syndrome isn't healthy.
Yet I've thought of all the possibilities
Damn, I need some therapy.

Author's Note
Y'all I've had this draft for so long you don't even know.