And for reals, i'm not emo. Unless i'm sad, but then i'm only emo a little bit; the diet coke equivalent of emo.
You don’t understand
I see your eyes
I wish I could read what's in 'em.
Beautiful, nonetheless...
I can't stop thinking about 'em.
They're taking up my time,
my thoughts, my dreams...
I wish you could see them as I do,
but a mirror doesn't come close.
I hate to see you sad,
but your tears are beautiful
I long to kiss the pain away
I wish it wasn't me that hurt you...
I wish I didn't have to leave
and only see them in my dreams...
I hope they'll be waiting for me
when I wake...
can i gaze a little longer?
What I’m willing to waste
You know that awkward feeling?
The one where you don't know what to say?
I haven't got it.
I feel comfortable,
I feel warm,
I feel happy,
I feel incredible,
And you're here.
It can't be coincidence.
It's raining, but I'm dry,
It's dark, but I can see,
It's late, but I'm not tired,
It's cold, but I'm warm,
And you're here.
It can't be coincidence.
That was your street?
I'm sorry...
Actually, I did it on purpose.
Will they mind if you're five minutes late?
Ten?
An hour?
I don't want to let you go.
It's raining, I'm wet,
It's dark, I can't see,
It's late, I'm tired,
It's cold…I'm cold.
You're not here.
It can't be coincidence.
Not Enough
i thought i was...
coulda sworn i was...
i'm pretty sure i was...
but i wasn't.
all my hopes,
dreams, aspirations,
ambitions...
shattered.
why can't i be you?!
is it bad luck?
was i born this way?
i think i'll sit and figure it out.
don't touch me.
don't talk to me.
don't bother me,
i'm busy trying to be as cool as shelley.
