i never know if you're kidding or serious, and i am constantly confused.

sometimes you're like homework
so confusing
and i just stare at you
absent-mindedly
hating you
yet you're important to me
it's so hard to finish you
and i lose inspiration every now and then
but when i get high as my grades
i come running back to you

i can't wait to graduate from school
get rid of this infatuation
we would be adults by then
and hopefully this mess will be sorted out

all i wanna do is take care of you and make you happy.

The words I can’t say to you are
climbing up my throat
I keep forgetting to breathe
I miss your hands.