not in love
I'm not in love, so don't forget it.
It's just a silly phase I'm going through.
And just because I call you up,
Don't get me wrong, don't think you've got it made.
I'm not in love, no no, it's because...
I like to see you, but then again,
That doesn't mean you mean that much to me.
So if I call you, don't make a fuss -
Don't tell your friends about the two of us.
I'm not in love, no no, it's because...
I keep your picture upon the wall.
It hides a nasty stain that's lying there.
So don't you ask me to give it back.
I know you know it doesn't mean that much to me.
I'm not in love, no no, it's because...
Ooh, you'll wait a long time for me.
Ooh, you'll wait a long time.
I'm not in love, I'm not in love...
yeah. anyway. obviously not MY thoughts.
i hate you. but not for the reasons you hate me. not because you're annoying and lame and i don't take you seriously and think you're ugly and not worth my time...but because i know that's how you think of me. and i don't think of you that way. although the way you feel about me wears down my affection. i enjoy dreaming of your beauty and captivating soul. but this all feels contrived and all i can think about is how excited i am to see you later, and how i wish i looked better so you'd be thrilled to see me. but you never match my enthusiasm and i can't help but feel that it's soon to be over, and life will go on the way it always does. you'll fuck some whores and i'll go down a familiar spiral. i had a dream about it and i know it's coming. any idiot can feel it.
bye.
It's just a silly phase I'm going through.
And just because I call you up,
Don't get me wrong, don't think you've got it made.
I'm not in love, no no, it's because...
I like to see you, but then again,
That doesn't mean you mean that much to me.
So if I call you, don't make a fuss -
Don't tell your friends about the two of us.
I'm not in love, no no, it's because...
I keep your picture upon the wall.
It hides a nasty stain that's lying there.
So don't you ask me to give it back.
I know you know it doesn't mean that much to me.
I'm not in love, no no, it's because...
Ooh, you'll wait a long time for me.
Ooh, you'll wait a long time.
I'm not in love, I'm not in love...
yeah. anyway. obviously not MY thoughts.
i hate you. but not for the reasons you hate me. not because you're annoying and lame and i don't take you seriously and think you're ugly and not worth my time...but because i know that's how you think of me. and i don't think of you that way. although the way you feel about me wears down my affection. i enjoy dreaming of your beauty and captivating soul. but this all feels contrived and all i can think about is how excited i am to see you later, and how i wish i looked better so you'd be thrilled to see me. but you never match my enthusiasm and i can't help but feel that it's soon to be over, and life will go on the way it always does. you'll fuck some whores and i'll go down a familiar spiral. i had a dream about it and i know it's coming. any idiot can feel it.
bye.