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i have so much to say.
i don't know how to say it.
i remember how intimidated i was by you in the beginning, because, well, quite frankly, you were insane. you were loud. and obnoxious. you were, as you so eloquently put it a 'pretentious, arrogant bastard'.
the most i said to you first semester was an awkward 'hello!', not knowing if you would scream in my face or butt thrust me or something, because you had a tendency of doing creepy things like that, lol.
'it's one of the first memories i have of you, did you know?'
i remember getting that call from david, when i got back from wicked. i remember coming over to ross, and i remember running through the halls, and i remember thinking 'who's this kid?'
it's funny how life goes. it's funny when you think nothing like what you once had could ever repeat itself, could never get any better.
you've reached the best. you've reached the most you'll ever get.
you look around the room and think, 'no one here'.
little do you know, they were sitting only about 6 chairs over the entire year.
i don't understand what i did to make you look at me the way you do, or the way i look over, and you're just smiling.
it doesn't make any sense to me.
freak me out on the highway, take that curve a little too fast, cross the line with your jokes. laugh a little louder, spin me around again.
we have no grace! we trip over our own feet, and we tell the most pointless stories. we're so awkward, and we don't ever seem to make sense. we mumble all the time.
you're starting to talk like me. and i like it.
i'm starting to get as creepy as you, and i think you like it.
'you've got to trust me'
you respect me, and it just breaks my heart.
'how much time before you have to go?'
'15 minutes'
and time just stopped.
i have so much to say.
i don't know how to say it.
i don't know how to say it.
i remember how intimidated i was by you in the beginning, because, well, quite frankly, you were insane. you were loud. and obnoxious. you were, as you so eloquently put it a 'pretentious, arrogant bastard'.
the most i said to you first semester was an awkward 'hello!', not knowing if you would scream in my face or butt thrust me or something, because you had a tendency of doing creepy things like that, lol.
'it's one of the first memories i have of you, did you know?'
i remember getting that call from david, when i got back from wicked. i remember coming over to ross, and i remember running through the halls, and i remember thinking 'who's this kid?'
it's funny how life goes. it's funny when you think nothing like what you once had could ever repeat itself, could never get any better.
you've reached the best. you've reached the most you'll ever get.
you look around the room and think, 'no one here'.
little do you know, they were sitting only about 6 chairs over the entire year.
i don't understand what i did to make you look at me the way you do, or the way i look over, and you're just smiling.
it doesn't make any sense to me.
freak me out on the highway, take that curve a little too fast, cross the line with your jokes. laugh a little louder, spin me around again.
we have no grace! we trip over our own feet, and we tell the most pointless stories. we're so awkward, and we don't ever seem to make sense. we mumble all the time.
you're starting to talk like me. and i like it.
i'm starting to get as creepy as you, and i think you like it.
'you've got to trust me'
you respect me, and it just breaks my heart.
'how much time before you have to go?'
'15 minutes'
and time just stopped.
i have so much to say.
i don't know how to say it.