i still can't figure out where we went wrong
people like to tell me things. it should really bring us closer, and in a way, it definitely does.. but there's a part of me that's blown apart whenever it happens. especially if we had a history from before.
how could i have told you that i hit on you? how could you have not known? maybe because that one other time when we hung out, things were weird because he was around. and we both knew that he was beyond into me. but it seems like i may have sparked an interest. is that a good thing? i don't even know. i don't even know if i'll go out tonight.
there's way too much fucking stuff going on in my life.
and 99% of it all is boys ruling it, and ruining it.
and for every bridge you burned
i hope your blisters won't heal
you're just without a weather vane
you're lost
i'm just the lines missing from the page
you're just infatuated with yourself
you're fucked
how could i have told you that i hit on you? how could you have not known? maybe because that one other time when we hung out, things were weird because he was around. and we both knew that he was beyond into me. but it seems like i may have sparked an interest. is that a good thing? i don't even know. i don't even know if i'll go out tonight.
there's way too much fucking stuff going on in my life.
and 99% of it all is boys ruling it, and ruining it.
and for every bridge you burned
i hope your blisters won't heal
you're just without a weather vane
you're lost
i'm just the lines missing from the page
you're just infatuated with yourself
you're fucked