pressed for time
i love being a part of this life even when i'm under severe restriction. you'll find ways to sneak me out and save my ass from destruction. the greatest times consist of lying on you on me on a cool couch, with great friends in the background reading up on anorexia and hollywood drama. sneaking off to your room for a little unfinished business, then slipping out like the past few minutes hadn't happened.
okay, so i admit i was having doubts. i didn't know if he felt the same as i did, and i started to realize i wasn't backed off as much as i should have been. but it doesn't matter now. i'm not off guard, i know what could come still, and i'm not letting myself fall completely yet. god, i was so scared this morning when i got that stupid text that i thought he was sending to her.. 'i still care for you, i was just in a bad mood.' thank god it wasn't him, i thought i was going to burn up and explode and scream and cry and disappear all at one time.
okay, you have my attention. now what is it you want to say to me?
okay, so i admit i was having doubts. i didn't know if he felt the same as i did, and i started to realize i wasn't backed off as much as i should have been. but it doesn't matter now. i'm not off guard, i know what could come still, and i'm not letting myself fall completely yet. god, i was so scared this morning when i got that stupid text that i thought he was sending to her.. 'i still care for you, i was just in a bad mood.' thank god it wasn't him, i thought i was going to burn up and explode and scream and cry and disappear all at one time.
okay, you have my attention. now what is it you want to say to me?