It's been a week since you hit my bed and since then, you've started living in my head. Seven days and I'm nearly dead, never thought that I'd reboot but you're a different kind of new. It's like I feel everything more, all my body knows it when you reach my floor, my heart is beating down the door, and now I'm stocking up on oxygen. 'Cause when I see you I forget to breathe. I forget to, when I'm with you.