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i see you so happy and so full of joy and having so much fun i can barely remember wanting this to be different. i love when people i love are happy. even if i don't know you very well. or at all. and when did people get so kept to themselves? i throw myself up there and i only get coolguystatus for a few seconds. so, introduce yourself to me, tell me you want to change your name, and never speak to me again. its fine because i leave early anyway.
back to you and back to the fantasy; i'm tired of wearing bulletproof vests and platform shoes. make me tall, give me surgery for it, i don't mind. maybe there's a dream out there of wearing scarves and bright lights but it'll cost me a hell of a lot to get it. maybe i'll settle for the lesser things. but not yet. she told me based on the palms of my hands the second half of my life will be quiet and restful. i'm terrified.
to me the word 'you' is a billion different people. why name names when you have you. i'm pretty good at this: touch and go animosity for some and pure love for others. its real easy to duplicate a line or two from the ones before me. who cares as long as it sounds nice, right?
in the end we're all people who wear jeans and band tees and maybe thats just me. of course i do this for you, the reader. partially for me, but always for you. never settle for anything less.
there's a lot of people out there who dislike me. hello, you. the other day i was trying to figure out what was wrong with me but my computer can only be so intelligent.
i might have to branch out. i say i want to live somewhere bright and sunny but when i actually think about it, i can't picture no winters.
i'm scared for your future. you're beautiful now and you'll be beautiful in ten years but none of this will be the same. what if you're not having fun anymore? there will be people just like me in twenty. and boy, do i feel bad for them.
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