I pull you in and push you out. Get in your head and then dip for days. You wake up thinking about me and go to dream wishing I was next to you. You spend your entire fucking day wishing I would write. You have become obsessed and you don't really know how to deal with this feeling. You know that I am a professional at this whole thing but you never thought you would so easily get caught up. But now you are hoping I will ruin your life like I told you I would.