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pretend I never said that.
Wow I’m stupid I
Maybe I’m not the stupid one, maybe it’s you
*******
With your ridiculous face and squiggly hair
how you make me feel things and draw me in
with interlocking fingers and subtle touches.
I can’t I can’t I can’t
my anger is coming out sweet as honey
too gentle for my vicious state I’m stuck in.
God **** you.
I check every form of social networking
waiting for you to give me a sign
a little wave.
Instead I get a read receipt.
God **** you.
God **** the four months we were glued to each other
by force at first, then by choice.
And now a different scenario and a different she
who is much prettier than me
who I’d really like to see
and tell her how lucky someone is
to look into your eyes, even for one dance.
I know it’s unreasonable of me to have such feelings for someone so opposite.
But really we’re quite the same
looking for something else to blame
for every ounce of pain you make me feel
and you think that I’m lame.
Dec 20, 2015
Dec 20, 2015 at 9:17 AM UTC
check
check
check again
slide
unlock
refresh
clear the history
pretend I never said that.
Wow I’m stupid I
Maybe I’m not the stupid one, maybe it’s you
*******
With your ridiculous face and squiggly hair
how you make me feel things and draw me in
with interlocking fingers and subtle touches.
I can’t I can’t I can’t
my anger is coming out sweet as honey
too gentle for my vicious state I’m stuck in.
God **** you.
I check every form of social networking
waiting for you to give me a sign
a little wave.
Instead I get a read receipt.
God **** you.
God **** the four months we were glued to each other
by force at first, then by choice.
And now a different scenario and a different she
who is much prettier than me
who I’d really like to see
and tell her how lucky someone is
to look into your eyes, even for one dance.
I know it’s unreasonable of me to have such feelings for someone so opposite.
But really we’re quite the same
looking for something else to blame
for every ounce of pain you make me feel
and you think that I’m lame.
