telephone
I'm waiting for a sign, something to let me know you care.
How do you make this seem so easy? I'm fucking dying here.
It's hard not to stab your eyes out when all you feel is pain.
Is this a bad thing?
It feels so right sometimes.
I think I want this.
I think I need this.
What indefinite thoughts I'm having lately.
Issues of "commitment", yet the desire to be "committed".
Those don't go hand in hand, do they.
Speaking of which... neither do we. Most of the time.
What the fuck?
Make this weirder. Please. I want you to.
Make this the weirdest fucking thing ever, if its not already.
I'd like you to try.
My brain races a billion thoughts a second,
and I can't get anything done.
My stomach feels like it does right before you throw up.
Only I don't. I just feel like I'm going to. Forever.
My friend says this might not be good for me.
Maybe my friends arn't my friends because it feels so right.
Arn't I better off?
Is this a something over nothing situation?
Why do I feel like a douche bag for even thinking that?
So I do care.
So I care a lot.
I wish someone cared back. And showed it.
It's not hard. Really, it's not.
A little effort goes a wrong way...
So... correct me if I'm wrong.
I'm a mess.
This is why I don't do things.
This is why I'm anti-social.
Because doing anything else tends to get you into FUCKED UP SITUATIONS.
That you WANT to be in, but don't want to be in at the same time.
And the difference of opinion is too much to handle.
But you want to, because you need to.
Because you need it.
But... It's not there.
So now what?
Fuck if I know.
How do you make this seem so easy? I'm fucking dying here.
It's hard not to stab your eyes out when all you feel is pain.
Is this a bad thing?
It feels so right sometimes.
I think I want this.
I think I need this.
What indefinite thoughts I'm having lately.
Issues of "commitment", yet the desire to be "committed".
Those don't go hand in hand, do they.
Speaking of which... neither do we. Most of the time.
What the fuck?
Make this weirder. Please. I want you to.
Make this the weirdest fucking thing ever, if its not already.
I'd like you to try.
My brain races a billion thoughts a second,
and I can't get anything done.
My stomach feels like it does right before you throw up.
Only I don't. I just feel like I'm going to. Forever.
My friend says this might not be good for me.
Maybe my friends arn't my friends because it feels so right.
Arn't I better off?
Is this a something over nothing situation?
Why do I feel like a douche bag for even thinking that?
So I do care.
So I care a lot.
I wish someone cared back. And showed it.
It's not hard. Really, it's not.
A little effort goes a wrong way...
So... correct me if I'm wrong.
I'm a mess.
This is why I don't do things.
This is why I'm anti-social.
Because doing anything else tends to get you into FUCKED UP SITUATIONS.
That you WANT to be in, but don't want to be in at the same time.
And the difference of opinion is too much to handle.
But you want to, because you need to.
Because you need it.
But... It's not there.
So now what?
Fuck if I know.