first act Fresh and timely It's the tingly feeling you give to me Still nothing more than an Instagram post Am the ghost that fell for your Instagram world If you could shout out to the figure that is me Would you let me fall in love with everything you? Here giddy with my trust issues, Lack of good communication And probably something dark eating me from the inside But always happy when you smiling Heard you celebrate your new yoga suit But naked yoga suits you It's not that am only here for the figure and them vegan thighs Would love to stand next to you as you fight for something true Wake you with some green tea and a plate of some morning fruit Map you from your heart to your soul Be your ginger and vanilla juice THE second thought Maybe on a bike That's how she will arrive in my life More volatile than keg and a tot of moonshine She will ravage my life Sink in to my mind And become the worst drug I ever tried Years after and am a sucker for her lies I keep see...