I’m sorry you all read through the BS I wrote while coming out of a relationship?
We’ve got some common interest.
I know some dudes have been hitting on you with their best stuff.
I’m not trying to win your hand or tell you what’s up.
I just want to chill over these common interests.
Find a big ass couch, watch some AHS, and post up.
I’m not trying to say much I just think you’re pretty.
Maybe one day you’ll feel like kissing me, and maybe on that one day I’ll feel like kissing you.
You don’t care, I’m just sitting here in the rain with some dead roses in a dirty suit.
I’m wasting my time, you’re not even looking in my direction.
It’s a long walk home, and I’m not even sure where that is anymore.
I rode past that bus stop where it all started to end. Then I rode past that bush where I completely failed to kiss her. Then I rode past the same place where I waited to see if she was okay.
And I just yelled and laughed at the top of my lungs and it was that liberating moment in a movie where…