sometimes we have to trust that our friends know better than us
but why is it that everything is reminding me of you now?

i know the tip of your ***** better than you

why am i so caught up on someone i barely know

why am i craving your presence
when i barely know that feeling

why does the loss of you feel so dramatic to me

falling for you the way i wished i could fall asleep; quickly


why don't you feel the same?