Addiction sickness lust.

Count it as a curse

There’s not enough highs in the world

Long days looking for you

Nights with what’s left

Count on me to come

To find you while you’re getting lost

Watch you and blow a kiss

I’ll bring the sun and

every moon you’ve missed

Since you’ve been gone

Counting shooting stars under the midnight sky

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