It's almost like you had it planned.
It's like you took my hand, and said,
"Hey, I'm about to screw you over big time."

I'm holding back but you're the words that weren't enough.
You remind me of a song I used to love.

still building up the courage to tell you how i feel. yet, i don't think it will matter.
it never does

I just want to
scream and shout and cry and stomp my feet
and fucking rip apart the world.
But I guess I'll just settle for
smiling faintly and acting like
nothing is wrong with me.

He`s that guy that you`d want to hang out with even if you weren`t dating him, & he`s cute in that kinda way that`s sorta like..you know in the movies that guy you want the girl to end up with that everybody pretends isn`t cute, but he really is.

I couldn't tell you why we are best friends,
because you wouldn't understand.
The explanation is full of too many
inside jokes & made up words;
it's full of too much care & too many tears,
too many laughs & too many blonde moments.
I don't think I will ever be able to give you
a better reason, except she's always been there.

just think.
there's someone out there
dying to get you to notice.
just think.
someone's layingup
staring at their ceiling
thinking only of your smile.