I'm so scared you're going to be unfaithful.

so

I don't know how I feel about this







But you care, don't you

We're doing good,
We're doing so damn good.
Boy have I missed you, never would I of thought
That what happened was good


We're doing good

the sounds of the students
they overwhelme me.
Why don't I long to participate,
why.

what?

what is this?
Why have you contacted me, what exactly does this mean.
At first I thought you missed me, perhaps you wanted to give it a go.
But a stubborn guy like you, well how is this possible.
Then you mentioned my drunken rambles and how you'd had a lady friend over.
Well i'm sorry for your friends confusion.

If you contacted me to let me know you were over it,
then good. that sounds good.
I will not argue with it,
though I want you back, a considerable amount,
what I want is an answer.

Why mention a possible hangout between you and I?
what does this mean?
I am confused, tired, grumpy,
I am just confused.

take me out tonight...

I miss you and will always continue to miss you, regardless.
I sit hear in this bed at 5 am typing away at my blackberry as morrissey persists in singing.
And I sleep next to charlie and carress him but he isn't the cuddler pup
He could never be the cuddler pup.
This puppy welcomes affection from everyone and anyone,
He is not selective with whom he wishes to lay his head against,
Or who may pet him to sleep,
He is not like little moz.
I like to believe that like his papa, moz is quite selective with whom he opens up to
But who is to say that this is the case?
No amount of affection from any boy or man can give me what I wanted and had,
Him.
No late night goodbyes leave me with a satisfying smile and a light heart,
Oh but is this the case with you?
I've done mistakes I've done wrong, now please let me out of my corner,
I want to come out of timeout.
I yearn for your soft gaze more then anything,
The impression you left is oh so deep,
With you I let myself be vulnerable, but I only ever completely became vulnerable in june.
It was alittle to late but I wish your stubborn heart would let that go,
I don't see it being possible. You were not the same person I believed,
Unfortunately I, I was. I never lied, I held back and made a mistake.
And now anger runs through me,
How you could let this get away,
Love is not a game dear boy.


Oh boy.

I hate his double chin,
his big jew nose,
how he always looks unimpressed,
his stone exterior and his sweet interior,
the way he moans when he's tired
and the way he smirks when he smiles.

I hate this song.