Put on suspenders and gave them a dance.
(When it comes to girls,
he hasn't a chance.)
I could care less about warnings and threats,
because for tonight
I know I'm the best dressed.

Went to a show and lost all control.
"I'm just here for the music.
I love it.
You know?"
Nine times out of ten,
they don't.

Went to a gym,
and never felt so depressed.
"I feel surrounded by lonely people desperate for ***."

This from a guy who proofreads his texts.
Spells out his laughs.
Drinks from the glass.

"What you need to do
is work on your shoulders, triceps, and chest."

Nah,
I'm good on that.
I'll just keep doing the things I like best.
"You'll never find a girl that way."
Ah,
give it a rest.

Maybe asking you how I can help while you’re holding a gun to your head wasn’t the best idea.

I never thought you’d tell me to pull the trigger.

The tears really won’t stop coming this time, and I don’t think it’s just because there’s something in my eye, I’m almost positive it’s because of all this blood.

I was only trying to help, please just breathe deeper and lie again.

Tell me everything is okay.

Shut the **** up.**
It's hard dating anyone,
and *a poet's no different.

i shouldn’t be smoking the death-sticks

i think i got a death-wish

Yeah, I think about kissing you.

Practically all the time.

I hope that while you’re in the windy city and you’re letting the wind kiss your cheeks and marveling in the lights you’re thinking of me too

I hope that while I’m stuck here dreaming about pushing back your blonde locks on that tattered couch in your basement you are thinking about kissing me the way you promised me you would

I hope that you’re thinking about the little things, like if I’ll let you touch my ******* or if our glasses will get in the way

Thoughts are one thing, actions are another. However, there certainly is something hopelessly romantic in the idea that while you are surrounded by the beauty of an unknown city you are still thinking of mousy little me, wondering how my lips curve because you haven’t touched them in a while, thinking about the taste in my tongue, and remembering our fried chicken night in the cafeteria where all I could think about was pushing you to the ground to bruise your lips with mine

Kissing you is most of what crosses my mind these days.