Forgive me for trying,
For trying to love you,
Forgive me for crying,
For crying over you,
Forgive me for loving,
For loving a man like you,
Forgive me for wanting you to be my boo.

Forgive me for wanting,
For wanting to be with you.
Forgive me for saying,
For saying "I Love You",
Forgive me for ever thinking that I could ever be with you.

College is a cancer clinic.
At this university, you either live long enough to die,
or die until you want to live.
Kids drag backpacks like bags of morphine,
and are attached to their planners like they are their heart monitors.
You do your own chemotherapy,
as you poison yourself with debt,
and Friday night nickel shots.

Such a simple phrase, isn't it?
And yet it is such a hard act.
I still want to be with you all the time,
but when we're together I hurt.
I hurt because I want to love you,
and when you touch me in a seemingly innocent way I want to melt into your skin and live there in your safety.
I want to get off work and see a message waiting from you.
But I don't.
And that's why being friends is such a hard thing to follow.
Because I still want you,
but you don't want me.

There's monsters in my closet,

They came to say hello

They want to take me someplace

But I don't want to go.