Strung Up for Everyone to See
I tell myself that I don't love you,
But I do.
Why can't you see me in the way I see you?
"Afraid to live a life you haven't seen in the films."
Everything about you makes me want to scream
All I can think about is your skin, and your lips
Even when they're chapped
How can you not see how good we could be?
Sometimes I think you're looking at me
You're probably not.
I'm not good with words, I hope you'll ignore it.
You laugh when I stutter and yell "fuck!"
You don't blink when someone listens to us play
You don't give a shit about anyone's opinion
You are so damn pretentious
And I love it.
You're the greatest.
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