Need Him Bad

I follow the rules, I don't get attached

I'm freaking out because he calls me back

I'm playing it cool, I scream and I laugh

I'm fighting all the voices in my head

They say to run, straight to his arms

He's sent from God and got me fucked up

Are you thinking what I'm thinking?

Do you think of me at all?

What's the rhyme or what's the reason?

Are you gonna drop the ball?

And I know it sounds absurb, but I think that he's the one

Yes, I do (No, you don't)

But I want to

I need him

Bad

Bad

I need him, I need him like that

So bad, so bad