I'd trick myself into thinking you are the atoms fabricated by my restless mind.
Did a lot of thinking, heard a lot of opinions.
I cant believe I fell into that trap of thinking you're worth something to somebody, only to have it blow up in your face with a "I dont know what we are, or where we're heading"-excuse. When I think things through, do we really thread the same fabric? Or am I just infatuated because you are? that someone as nice/good looking/sweet could fall for a person like me? ( no self-bashing here folks, it is what it is with local boys ). That you make me feel comfortable in these cells of mine, drawing up chemicals I've never felt before, staring deep into my eyes, your weight on mine. Is it YOU I'm crazy about? or what you DO?
Is it me you like, or is it the things that I do?
damnit, I need to disappear to another/state/country soon. where's that backpack of mine?
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