I’m right here.
But hey don’t worry about it I don’t care.
Learning to do without it.
Laying on the couch and staring at the wall like nothing at all.
See how tame I can be; in the reflection I watch myself watching TV.
And it’s too much to take and so I say to myself,
“I never told you that I loved you because I don’t.”
See how strange I can seem?
Did I ever tell you about that one dream?
Look there we are, where we used to be.
Of all things I will soon grow tired.
Don’t stop by; no, you don’t have to be around tonight.
If you’re feeling like it.
Stand out in the hallway, fall into my arms because I want you.
Can’t you tell at all?
(Source: sadfriends, via sleepyeyes-and-boneyknees)