Now I finally know who you are!
All this time, you where the only one
I couldn't nail down.
I just hit the bottle with the ring.
I'd sell my sole for a timemachine
back to 2010. So I could stop
O, That's it-ing.

I wish somebody would love,
desire, adore AND trust me.
But I guess I have a lovable,
desirable, adorable, untrustworthy past.
But my gray eyes are supposedly beautiful.
And a picture I drew once
was hung in everyone's gallery.

You don't wish you didn't know what none of you don't hear outside you.