I’m worried
That you’re going to get annoyed
I can’t stop thinking
That how my life runs
Will annoy you
But that’s something I can’t help.
I can’t help
That I have to go to my dad’s house
Especially when I haven’t been in two months
And have to catch up on weekends
And I can’t help
That my mom is strict
And my phone usage is restricted
I can’t help
That I have anxiety over the tiniest things
Like being late to class
And I feel like you’re getting annoyed
I’m sorry
I really really am
You matter so much to me
But I’m worried that how my life works
Will annoy you away
And I don’t want that
But I don’t think I can change any of it
I’m still required to go to my dad’s house
And will be until I’m eighteen, probably will go still after
I’m sorry
I’m still living a strict life at home
And I will for as long as I’m related to my family
I’m sorry
And my anxiety controls me
And I don’t think that’s changing anytime soon
I’m sorry
But none of those things stop me from loving you
I’m just worried that they’ll stop you from loving me
I’m sorry

Nothing about Margie was coy.
She was an older inner city girl who made men out of young boys.
She was a little wild and always on the prowl.
Some of the boys will remember her for eternity.
Because she was the one who took their virginity.

Your presence,
Is all the company I need.

The thought of you
Is all I imagine.

I think
the world
needs
more
of us
than we
can offer

They look like flying saucers
so to me, that's what they are,
Milly and Molly said; *******,
Mandy didn't go that far
she just said,
shut it and drive the car.

We fell in love by chance,
We stay in love by choice.