one bad girl

Everyday without you I die a little. Don't worry, I was already dying of loneliness before You. Every time we talk, it's like you are stepping on my heart. It makes me think of Pulp's "Like A Friend" ( "come on in now, wipe your feet on my dreams"). If I had a list of things that would make me hate a girl, you would of completed them all. "I'm sick of Love..."