Maybe I loved you because you were shitty and it’d end anyway.
What will I do with your sincerity? Run or – could I be happy?
I’m not sure what to make of your considerate, available soul.
Euphoria or lack of chemistry? Is this really happening?
How scary it is that you may be everything I’ve ever wanted.
Show me consistent, kind, honest, and I’ll show you what you’ve been missing.
Embarrassed to say you, you, and you don’t matter. All this, to create (Either way, scary as fuck)
Too moody and too unwise to forget how I always loved you more.
It’s on the drive home with an idle, empty mind that it fills with you.
Respect: Better than attraction. But I still want to drive you crazy.