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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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