Now I finally know who you are!
All this time, you where the only one
I couldn't nail down.
I just hit the bottle with the ring.
I'd sell my sole for a timemachine
back to 2010. So I could stop
O, That's it-ing.
I wish somebody would love,
desire, adore AND trust me.
But I guess I have a lovable,
desirable, adorable, untrustworthy past.
But my gray eyes are supposedly beautiful.
And a picture I drew once
was hung in everyone's gallery.
You don't wish you didn't know what none of you don't hear outside you.
This is written to two different people, about two different things.