little miss obsessive

Am I the reason why you tossed and turned last night?
Everything is such a blur, it didn't come out right
All of a sudden it's cold and we're falling apart
No this can't be please don't leave me alone in the dark

And I guess we're really over, so come over, I'm not over it
And I guess we're really over, so come over, I'm not over it
Late night you make me feel like I'm desperate, I'm not desperate

A little bit possessive, little miss obsessive, can't get over it.

I never been a fan of long goodbyes
I'm at the finishline and you're just way too far behind
In the morning, I got in the fight with myself
I got the bruises to prove it
Then I swallowed your words and spit them right back out

And I guess we're really over, so come over, I'm not over it.

And I guess we're really over, so come over, I'm not over it.

Late night you make me feel like I'm desperate, I'm not desperate

A little bit possessive, little miss obsessive, can't get over it.

Now, it's like a fairy tale without a happy ending
But then again maybe we are just pretending
Why does it have to be so unfair?
Tell me that you care.

And I guess we're really over, but come over, I'm not over it.

And I guess we're really over, so come over, I'm not over it.
Late night you make me feel like I'm desperate, I'm not desperate
A little bit possessive, little miss obsessive, can't get over it.

Ashlee Simpson: Bittersweet World, 2008