purplemountains
You're in control of me and I don't know how. You're under my skin and I don't want you to be. I wish I was in control of you but I'm not. You tell me when to sleep, when to eat, what to think about and what I want, what I need. But you don't say one word, you don't even know what you do to me.
You're so specific. And this is a different you , by the way. About a different boy. Everything about you is so perfect. Everything about you is so different and I know everything. I want everything you do, with the little details thrown in. Liking someone or loving someone I should say, is the most horrible thing in the world. It opens you up, and they can see everything. It opens you up and they take everything.
You're fucking cheap, you know that? You mean less to me than the dirt on the bottom of my shoe , and you know what? I love it. I love that I don't care and it may sound to you like I do but you just make a good story. That's all your good for. But who doesn't love a good story?
I'll drink you under the table. I'll drink you under the fucking table. Every single one of you.
The taste is so sweet it reminds you of summer. The tingle on your tongue as the juice squirts out from under your teeth. The smell in the air, as your sitting on the grass. The sun has never been so bright.
I'm way too lazy to write a whole thing about the word outlet. All I can think of right now is that I want a boyfriend. I just want a boy and him to call me his lady. I don't give a fuck about no outlet.
No man chooses the card hes dealt, you either quit or play em like you get em. Life is the play of the cards. Everyone knows that. And right now I'm thinking about quitting. I don't know how much longer I can go on like this. Life is too fucking unfair.
I want to invent something to make me stop thinking of you. I bet someone already did because if I'm the only one who thinks of you this much there's something wrong with me. I'm in love with you, fucking in love with you and you don't even know it. You broke my heart when you ended it. I need someone to invent something to make me forget you.
I'm tangled up in a knot of I don't even know what. I don't know what to do or what this is even all about but it won't quit. Not for you, not for me, not for anyone. It's like a huge love triangle of nothing but in reality it's everything anyone has ever wanted in life.
I've always wanted to be a singer. I love the spotlight and I love the feeling of being in the center. I fantasize about being the one in the concert, everyone around you screaming your name. The thrill, just the thought of the thrill makes me happy. I've always wanted that, ever since I was little. I wish I could have it, I want it all. I really do.
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