You know what irritates me the most?
The fact that you won't talk to me,
But you won't leave either.
You stay there in front of me,
Always waiting around the next corner,
Always leaving a trail where you know I'll see it.
But anytime I try to talk to you,
You just pretend I don't exist.
Can you just choose one side or the other?
Either talk to me or get out of my way.