Little Miss Obsessive

Lyrics

[Intro: Tom Higgenson] Whoa, whoa, whoa (That side of your bed is still mine) Whoa, whoa, whoa (That side of your bed is still mine) [Verse 1: Ashlee Simpson] Am I the reason why you tossed and turned last night? Everything's such a blur, it didn't come out right All of the sudden it's cold and we're falling apart No, this can't be, please don't leave me alone in the dark [Chorus: Ashlee Simpson & Tom Higgenson] 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, oh A little bit possessive, little miss obsessive Can't get over it [Post-Chorus: Tom Higgenson] Whoa, whoa, whoa (That side of your bed is still mine) Whoa, whoa, whoa (That side of your bed is still mine) [Verse 2: Ashlee Simpson] I've never been a fan of long goodbyes I'm at the finish line and you're just way too far behind In the morning, I got in a fight with myself I got the bruises to prove it Then I swallowed your words and spit them right back out [Chorus: Ashlee Simpson & Tom Higgenson, Ashlee Simpson] And I guess we're really over (Over) So come over, I'm not over it And I guess we're really over (Over) So come over, I'm not over it Late night you make me feel like I'm desperate I'm not desperate, oh A little bit possessive, little miss obsessive Can't get over it, no [Bridge: Ashlee Simpson & Tom Higgenson] It's like a fairy tale without a happy ending (Happy ending) But then again, maybe we are just pretending Why does it have to be so unfair? Tell me that you care [Chorus: Ashlee Simpson & Tom Higgenson] 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, oh [Break: Tom Higgenson] Little miss (Whoa), little miss (Whoa) Little miss (Whoa), little miss obsessive Little miss (Whoa), little miss (Whoa) Little miss (Whoa), little miss obsessive [Chorus: Ashlee Simpson & Tom Higgenson] Late night you make me feel like I'm desperate I'm not desperate, oh A little bit possessive, little miss obsessive Can't get over it, no [Outro: Tom Higgenson] Whoa, whoa, whoa (That side of your bed is still mine) Whoa, whoa, whoa (That side of your bed is still mine)