I guess you could say I'm a little hung up on the past
Days of not speaking and days that were spoiled before they even began
I guess you could say I'm still a little hung up on the fact you would never introduce me to the friends we'd randomly run into
I guess I could say that sometimes I'm unreasonable
the crystalline memories of us sweating kn eachother and skin rubbing against each other so viciously it leaves our skin pink
The day dreams of days we have not yet spent together
And the rest of it doesn't matter