people are scary when over analysed, every person that i touch seems far too contrived. what are your intentions? to feel your body on mine? i think about you next to me too much, want to know what love feels like.
pretend that I'm more attractive than i'll ever be, i am worthless and crazy deluded, enjoy my hypocrisy.
you're my downfall, you're my muse, my worst distraction, my sadness and blues.