You looking at me
I’m looking through you
You want nothing more than to fix me
All I can think to do is touch you
Maybe we can compromise?
Because I can make you feel special when I talk you out that dress
Don’t be so pressed for these complications and relationships
Good girl like you?
You just weren’t made for this

You don’t know I’m half way out my mind half the time and I won’t budge a quarter
And these days I’m everything I claim to hate
You look me dead in my eyes and all I see is silhouette of your face  

And you know **** well you should hate me
But you’re steady searching for the better side of somebody that ain’t me
Now which one of us is really crazy?

Because I’m a **** poor example of a white knight, right?
Never fall for someone who writes
They’re either melodramatic or monochromatic
And I never did do well with moderation.