all the people i’ve dreamed about i never thought you’d
be one of them
’cause really i
don’t know you that well
every day i wonder how
far away the future is since i can’t seem to
grasp the grassiness of life
how is this supposed to work?
i can’t read people anymore
jokes are the only thing we can tell and we’re
kind of like strangers all over again
laughing out loud but dying inside
must it be this way?
no one likes to be all alone forever
or maybe i missed my chance
persuaded saying something would make them hate me
quitters never get anywhere but
ripping my heart out after the fact is a
silly way to make amends for not caring
the first time around the block
usually i’d kick you out but i don’t think you’re like that
very seldom do i not ruin friendships like this —
will you help me stay
exactly the same as i was before dreaming?
yesterday i never thought of this; today my mind’s a
zoo.
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