I feel like i tell you too much
i tell you everything
your voice hits me like truth syrum
my words fly past my teeth
fall over my lips
and into your ears

i dont know if this kind of truth scares you
somethings im sure i should keep it to myself
of corse i wouldnt be lying to you
but my secrets could stay mine
and my thoughts be my own

im sure i will freak you out when you see how crazy i am
my thoughts sound crazy
they bounce from here to there
about this and that
about nothing and something
things that havent or will not even happen
what-ifs and scenarios that are unrealistic

the truth about how i feel about you
i like you too much
your ****, cute, sweet
i like you too much

you will think im obbsessed or something
truthfully i probably am
the way you feel
they way you look at me
the lines you get around your mouth and eyes when you smile

gah

i cant sit here and listen to your ignorance any more
you sit and complain that your poor

yet you give your boyfriend your money
you're not even his only honey

you are his sugar-mamma
and love be caught up in his drama

i have no kind of sorrow
becuase you let him borrow and borrow

you volunteer to leave work early everyday
and have the nerve to complain about your pay

sit your *** down and do your ****
dont throw a ******* fit

fourteen years older than me
your thirty three

i try to be respectable and nice
but your stories make me think twice

you sound so ingnorant
you make me so sick im loosing my pigment

why did you have to get shot by cupid
and become so stupid

i cant
listen to you be ignorant

Just like your jug of milk in the fridge
we have and expiration date.

Now we have finaly seen eachother
and I must admit I might be falling in love with you.

Spending the night
and sleeping in your arms.

Just like bread on you counter
we have an expiration date.

Your going away soon to join the military
and I am going to miss you more than I will admit.

Im not willing to whisper the word please dont go
and mess up your future all for a girl

Just like that meat in your freezer
we have an expiration date.

the wind can carry leaves away
can it carry me away too... can i just float away with the leaves?
would any body miss me that much?
would they come look for me?
would they think to look amoung the leaves dancing in the wind?
or would they be to beautiful that my family and friends would just pass by and look for me else where?
like in the yeard waste basket were the leaves are moldy and ugly
would i ever be found if i blew away with the strong wind amoung the beautiful leaves?
would i ever be found?
would they look for me?

i dont like the smell of lingering syrup
the way it smells on my breath
and stays with my hands
like its substance its scent is **sticky

i am not stuck on you
your smell did not linger on my pillow like i thought it would
there is no trace of warmth left from you fingertips on my skin
my lips have no memory of yours

i am not stuck on you
your sweet words do not make me swoon
there is not break in my heart
my body does not miss yours

i am not stuck on you
your pleas will not ******* crawling
there is no you and me
my head doesnt think of you