slow dancing in a burning room.
Metric.
I remember when we were gambling to win.
Everybody else said, “Better luck next time.”
I don’t wanna bend, let the bad girls bend.
I just wanna be your friend.
Why you givin’ me a hard time?
I remember when we were gambling to win.
Everybody else said, “HA HA HA HA HA HA HA!”
Is it ever gonna be enough?
seesaw.
i swear to god, i don’t know how you do it. i truly don’t. i’m almost convinced you have some kind of magical powers. like, fucking harry potter level type shit. you put these spells over me, i know you do. one week i can be totally ‘whatever fuck him he doesn’t even care.’ and then times like today where i am totally blissfully in love with you, and you’re the greatest person ever. and i have all these thoughts about marrying you, and our future ginger babies. like, really? maybe you slip ecstasy in my water or something. who knows. there’s also something about being around your family. it like instantly clicks and i have this feeling that i know they’ll be my in-laws one day. it’s so weird. i give you props for it all; really, bravo. you know how to win my heart over within 30 fuckin’ seconds. be proud, cause you’re the only person who can do this.
ahhhhh. i love you robert.
you wizard bastard you.
it weirds me out looking at baby pictures of myself. its weird looking at my nose when i was 2, knowing its the same exact one i walk around with now. that i have the same exact eyes in the first picture as the next. idk. i have weird stoner thoughts. i swear my life would make more sense if i was constantly high.
and it is true what you say.
that i live like a hermit in my own head.
but when the sun shines again,
i’ll pull the curtains and blinds to let the light in.
sorrow drips into your heart
through a pinhole.
just like a faucet that leaks.
and there is comfort in the sound.
but while you debate half empty or half full,
it slowly rises.
your love is gonna drown.
