well, i can’t sleep …

and i’m not in love

and i can’t speak without messing up … nickel creek

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so i don’t speak. i don’t care enough to. so i’m rude (no, really) and don’t take a noticeable interest in people. although i might be full of questions on the inside.

but i don’t love enough. so i don’t ask them.

i’m too chicken to jump into conversation because i’m afraid the water will be cold.

and i wonder why people don’t talk to me.



new crazy thing: care. and show it. and ask questions.