New World Simp

Dedicated to that one person who knows who they are. You stare at the screen Like a shrine Like a saint Like a sin Scroll slow Halo round your user name Sweet words Sugar on a rusted chain You tip hearts Like you’re tithing in a private church Soft laugh While you study every line I search You’re so polite it hurts You’re so obsessed it burns Pretty little paragraphs Under every word I turn New World simp You’re creepy and you’re kind Build a castle in your comments Just to worship my online New World simp Got me living in your mind You’re a puppy with a razor You’re a rose with twisted vines Eyes wide Waiting for the green light glow Low key But you think I never know Fan art Of a future that you’ll never hold Sweet teeth But your fantasies are getting bold You say you want my peace You say you want my soul You call it admiration I can feel you lose control New World simp You’re creepy and you’re kind Build a castle in your comments Just to worship my online New World simp Got me living in your mind You’re a puppy with a razor You’re a rose with twisted vines [heavy breathing, closer, then distant] Why you whisper my name In an empty room Why you promise me space Then you still consume You’re praying for a ping Like it’s holy rain You’re gentle when you talk But you drink my pain New World simp You’re creepy and you’re kind Build a castle in your comments Just to worship my online New World simp Got me living in your mind I’m the ghost inside your window You’re the chain I leave behind