The Things That Drive Me Crazy
Crazy
Do you have any idea how much you drive me crazy?
You stumble around my house at two o'clock in the morning, stone cold drunk, filling every room with cigarette smoke as you look through my cupboards. Either that or you spend half the night talking incessantly about anything and everything that comes into your head. (Come to think of it, you do that when sober as well.) You flirt, grope, and tease continuously without regard or thought for anyone but yourself.
But worse of all, you won't let me forget about you, which is the craziest thing of all.
You stumble around my house at two o'clock in the morning, stone cold drunk, filling every room with cigarette smoke as you look through my cupboards. Either that or you spend half the night talking incessantly about anything and everything that comes into your head. (Come to think of it, you do that when sober as well.) You flirt, grope, and tease continuously without regard or thought for anyone but yourself.
But worse of all, you won't let me forget about you, which is the craziest thing of all.