**** I'm sick And you're with her And I'm with me He moved Or maybe I did I'm not quite sure What Spanish has to do with this Lost in thoughts Half dream Half reality Doing my best Not to obsess or Fall apart In my tiny corner Wiping my nose Roaming the halls In my mind Desperate for anything But especially you
It's truly a bit Ridiculous That I still miss him So long gone Might as well be dead In a hospital bed But I hope to God In whom I have no faith That he'll call me someday And everything Will be okay
I hate you when you're laughing Because you're not laughing With me That isn't fair Life isn't fair That's why you're Over there and Not looking at me Jealousy Is disgusting And I'm full of it I guess it's best That I stink alone And forget about the good times Picking out music Awkward compliments Smiling through A water glass Nothing lasts I'm hyper-dramatic
I think I'm officially brain dead. Take me away, boys.