i love talking trash, but its going to come back to hurt me in the end.
what goes around comes around, i guess.
i'm so fake around everyone, i smile and laugh and go along with it all meanwhile i can't stand anyone and i've been despressedish again.
i don't know how to approach you, i'm scared.
the worst you could say is no, but i don't wanna hear that.
we'd make an ugly couple too- i'm short and fat, and you're tall and skinny, it wouldn't look good.
but i really really like you.
"i'm like a lawyer with the way i'm always trying to get you off (me and you)" makes me cry, i don't want it to be a single, it drags up memories of my first big crush and how i got all depressed because he had a girlfriend and my brilliant friend told him that i liked him and then i got a reputation as a stalker, so yeah, beautiful song with bad memories. and it makes me think of you.
bby, get a fucking myspace kthnx.
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