Jan 22, 2005 03:10
I hate that I wanted to talk to you
Wanted you to talk to me, be relieved to see me
...give me a sign to save you from the girl who you were talking to
Roll your eyes about her being boring, elitist, and obsessed with her pets
I watched out of the corner of my eye for your signal
...for her incessant animal impressions
But you two just talked like you hit it off, enjoyed each other
... like you didn't need my help or eager rescue and attention
Like you didn't notice me
... I'm sure you didn't
You weren't at all phased by my presence
... just like you shouldn't be over attentive to yours
But in a drunken honest state:
I might admit that I wish you would like me for another week sometime
Progressively make me:
Laugh---> Giggle---> Breathe deep---> Scream
... but you wont
And that is probably better
... I guess.
But when you stopped to make small talk before you left, I just wanted to say "Let me know if may be sometime you want to get dinner and screw."
Few boys make me want to say dirty things, tonight I remembered how smart and funny you are
...and I want to believe so badly that you are a nice guy.
But instead I said very little
Produced scarcely more than a random and awkward sounding "Hi"
From 'that girl you screwed' to 'that guy who blew me off'