Even if it's Going Wrong.
Fuck.
Fuck.Fuck.Fuck.Fuck.Fuck.Fuck.
I'm so ridiculous you know? Only I could be homeless and currently more concerned about a girl than where I'll be sleeping in a week. I'm such a priority scrambler. Love is a word I won't use for this one. But she's intense. I can't believe the adoration I feel. Especially since it's so far after the fact, and I know there's no going back. I knew I should have pumped the brakes when I had the chance. And the chance to do so was so clearly given, but like always, I gave in to instant gratification, when there was a fraction of a chance I could have an amazing girl in my life right now. Now I have a brain that pumps endorphins at the very image of her in my head.
Won't happen. I know it. I accept it. But the shit is, I can see it. I see two such like people. My director's mind spins a montage of waking up next to her, watching her laugh in slow motion, that glint of white behind the most adorable smile I've ever seen. I feel her voice moving every inch of my skin. I see a deep set chocolate eyes I never want to look away from.
Why am I so intense? Why do I push people away because I can't fight the lover in me that wants so desperately to give out all the affection I long to receive.
Why am I so ridiculous?
Fuck.Fuck.Fuck.Fuck.Fuck.Fuck.
I'm so ridiculous you know? Only I could be homeless and currently more concerned about a girl than where I'll be sleeping in a week. I'm such a priority scrambler. Love is a word I won't use for this one. But she's intense. I can't believe the adoration I feel. Especially since it's so far after the fact, and I know there's no going back. I knew I should have pumped the brakes when I had the chance. And the chance to do so was so clearly given, but like always, I gave in to instant gratification, when there was a fraction of a chance I could have an amazing girl in my life right now. Now I have a brain that pumps endorphins at the very image of her in my head.
Won't happen. I know it. I accept it. But the shit is, I can see it. I see two such like people. My director's mind spins a montage of waking up next to her, watching her laugh in slow motion, that glint of white behind the most adorable smile I've ever seen. I feel her voice moving every inch of my skin. I see a deep set chocolate eyes I never want to look away from.
Why am I so intense? Why do I push people away because I can't fight the lover in me that wants so desperately to give out all the affection I long to receive.
Why am I so ridiculous?