Well. I was trying to reach you.
And what shall I do now? I
cannot escape this and there is
nowhere to run to. I have fallen
and you are all wrapped up.
But you still somehow manage to
do and say the right things to get me
swayed. My head is ******* swayed
by you. I just start thinking. I just
get my mind blown.
By you.
It's like you must know the
effect you are having. Or could
potentially have. Those caramel cherries did not sway
me alone. They came from your thoughtful
head. Your even keeled thoughtful head.
I can never read you. Which is
funny, because acting is ****. But it comes
with a drawback, I guess.
You always act around me.
I am surprised at these
effects. It's not that I always
get high with you. It's how I
feel when you are gone, and I never
got to get the whole truth out.