You're just a daydream away,
I woudn't know what to say if i have you.
And I'll keep you a daydream away,
Just watch from a safe place,
So I'll never have to lose.
My ipod has a really good sense of humor. Just after the song above was Nirvana's Come As You Are. Lol.
But on a serious note. I have absolutely no idea how to classify you. You're just...a backlog of all things open ended. It's like we're just pensively waiting for someone to do something. We'd have nights when we talk about things that crack me up, when I'd feel like I'm finally getting to know you better, nights that put a smile on my face before I drift off to sleep. But then there are moments that make me feel like there's nothing to substantiate the conversation, or me feeling annoyed at your indifference towards my complaints.. And just when I'm about to be over it, you'd say something simple but insightful that makes me wonder if it's thoughtful or obligatory. Moments that confuse the shit out of me. I wish I had the balls to just ask you straight out. The only thing keeping me from growing a pair is probably because...a part of me would rather not know the truth. I just want to live in the state of open endedness and enjoy the occasional happy nights when they come by. Maybe. But until I want something more concrete, this is the way things have to be.
Analysing. Analysing about stuff is tiring.
I woudn't know what to say if i have you.
And I'll keep you a daydream away,
Just watch from a safe place,
So I'll never have to lose.
My ipod has a really good sense of humor. Just after the song above was Nirvana's Come As You Are. Lol.
But on a serious note. I have absolutely no idea how to classify you. You're just...a backlog of all things open ended. It's like we're just pensively waiting for someone to do something. We'd have nights when we talk about things that crack me up, when I'd feel like I'm finally getting to know you better, nights that put a smile on my face before I drift off to sleep. But then there are moments that make me feel like there's nothing to substantiate the conversation, or me feeling annoyed at your indifference towards my complaints.. And just when I'm about to be over it, you'd say something simple but insightful that makes me wonder if it's thoughtful or obligatory. Moments that confuse the shit out of me. I wish I had the balls to just ask you straight out. The only thing keeping me from growing a pair is probably because...a part of me would rather not know the truth. I just want to live in the state of open endedness and enjoy the occasional happy nights when they come by. Maybe. But until I want something more concrete, this is the way things have to be.
Analysing. Analysing about stuff is tiring.
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