It takes every fiber of my being not to message you.
I want nothing more than to recieve

Something simple
Something sweet
Something I can devour and eat

That little green light that tells me you're there
makes me want to rip out my insides
and cut off my hair.

And just like that you're gone.
Not a message or beep.
Not a like on my status
or theoretical tweet.

You don't comment or post
You don't now how close
I am to losing my mind
over this boy
who's too skinny and uses chap-stick all of the time.

Just like that you're gone.
And I'm singing the same **** song
About the tall cynical boy
Who keeps me up all night long.