I can admire your music.
Do you admire my mind?
We are both a little miserable.
Can that be beautiful?
Or is it a recipe for disaster?
You haven't kissed me yet
And the anticipation is killing me.
Maybe we are just meant to be friends.
But I'd do anything to hold your hand.
You'd probably hate me if you read this.
Me and my sappy thoughts.
What if I told you about my ***** thoughts?
Would you still admire my sick perverted mind??
I think you're driving me crazy.
Or maybe this is love.
My mind may never know.