Mar 2020
Written, mostly because
It's all I know
I think about you sometimes
Not as much as I should
If I was really in love
But too much
For me to trick myself into thinking
That I've moved on.
I don't wonder about that night
I know how you feel
But I do wonder what you would think
If I told you that he ***** me
If I told you that my parents
Sent me back to hell
For the things they found under my bed
I feel spacey
Almost as high as Cameron Post
On the night she lost it all
I'm probably just tired
I'm always tired, after all.
It's all I know
I think about you sometimes
Not as much as I should
If I was really in love
But too much
For me to trick myself into thinking
That I've moved on.
I don't wonder about that night
I know how you feel
But I do wonder what you would think
If I told you that he ***** me
If I told you that my parents
Sent me back to hell
For the things they found under my bed
I feel spacey
Almost as high as Cameron Post
On the night she lost it all
I'm probably just tired
I'm always tired, after all.
I know you wanted conversation because you responded in a couple of seconds, but then Erin showed up and now you aren't even talking in the other group chat, so I guess it wasn't that urgent or you found someone else to talk to. I don't know who else you could find though, because I always thought that we were your last resort. I know you said that if our friends didn't all go back to the honeymoon phase, you'd lose your mind, but honestly, I think you're just passing time until you can get out of this town. You made that one offhand comment about us all moving in together, about starting a record collection and actually using yours and R's old record players, but I don't know if you meant it. We all lose our inhibitions when we go to sleep, and that's all it was when you stayed pressed against me. Moving away in the morning is what counts. I'm so tired right now. I wish we could stay friends.
