Insecure

She burned my old jeans down.
she sold my IPod on ebay..
she spoiled coffee all over me..
and she disturbs my morning sleep on Sunday.

the little things of her makes me quite wild.
over make-up under dress-up, everyone stares her for a while.
she smokes a pack a day and night, her lungs works for more than 24*7
her college is rehab and home is prison, cops and robbers are her friends..

she keeps complaining that she is insecure.
she says she can't be a good girlfriend anymore
that is the thing that makes me want her more..
the way she talks, the way she walks and the way she snores.

i can't lose her no matter what ..
even if i have to offer a bottle of Jack..
even if i have to roll the weed for her..
or even if i have to kill for her..