There are lyrics so beautiful I don’t know what to do about them I wanna bathe in them or write them all over my body I wanna show up to your doorstep and hold them to your face and ask you how can you ignore me if you make me feel just like these lyrics do.
I know it’s just you because when he touched me on that bare spot in my shoulder it didn’t feel like he just set my skin on fire like it used to back in February but when your elbow accidentally bumped with mine I felt a surge of electricity running thru my body, as if your skin had the capacity to make my every atom feel like they weren’t even atoms anymore.
I haven’t written in a long time because I’ve felt hollow even though I know my insides are filled with muscles and fat and bones and blood and organs and tissue, I’ve felt as if my body is just a vessel, a poor excuse of a human, but you make me feel as if I’m gonna burst thru my own skin because all of this suddenly doesn’t fit inside my body. So I think I’m back to writing.
Every time a cute boy talks to me, it just reminds me just how much of no one else there is.
I worried about how my car would smell before he got in, but he complimented the warm vanilla scent once he did.
My hands shook when I plugged the aux cord to my phone because I didn’t know which song to play so he would think that I have good musical taste therefore I would be cool enough to be worth his time. I finally decided to play my favorite song and he kept talking excitedly over it so I don’t think he noticed.
"I’m sorry for the mess" I apologized and I’m sure he thought I meant the scattered receipts and empty gum wrappers, but I really meant myself.
I don’t know you at all and believe me, I know how awkward all of this is and how badly I’ve handled things but somehow I still miss your voice.
I never used to notice cars like yours since they are perhaps one of the most plain ones there are, not ugly or old or anything, which is exactly why they don’t stand out.
Now I see them everywhere, and I always almost crash my car because I wanna make sure it’s not you driving it.
I’d never given that song a chance until you played it at my party.
Me when I’m falling in love: “maybe I’m just catching a cold”.