Misreading signals that don't even exist, trust problems, attachment issues,
She's tired of it, she's sick of it, still she's crazy over him,
Tell me, are your eyes still green?
But she won't talk.
She's not trying to hear about my day either, or my type of girl,
She's rolling a joint while I shift gears
I can see her trying to push back tears,
Here's an ear but she won't speak, here's a shoulder but she won't lean,
She feels needy and I can tell, she's vulnerable and I can see,
We're in my room and she wants to ****
But how do I do it without me feeling like I'm taking advantage?
And how does she just give me *** without her feeling like she's one of many?
We laugh.
Nothing's funny
But we laugh anyway.
At night, I replay the scenes of that day in my head
As the hot water from the shower washes away
The familiar smells of *** cigarettes, and alcohol from my body-
But the guilt, that doesn't wash away.
Jun 30, 2012
Jun 30, 2012 at 2:18 PM UTC
Misreading signals that don't even exist, trust problems, attachment issues,
She's tired of it, she's sick of it, still she's crazy over him,
Tell me, are your eyes still green?
But she won't talk.
She's not trying to hear about my day either, or my type of girl,
She's rolling a joint while I shift gears
I can see her trying to push back tears,
Here's an ear but she won't speak, here's a shoulder but she won't lean,
She feels needy and I can tell, she's vulnerable and I can see,
We're in my room and she wants to ****
But how do I do it without me feeling like I'm taking advantage?
And how does she just give me *** without her feeling like she's one of many?
We laugh.
Nothing's funny
But we laugh anyway.
At night, I replay the scenes of that day in my head
As the hot water from the shower washes away
The familiar smells of *** cigarettes, and alcohol from my body-
But the guilt, that doesn't wash away.
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