Mood: Concerned.
Song: Put Some Clothes on - Breathe Carolina
I worry a lot I suppose.
About the future, the past, the present.
I'm scared to close my eyes because of how fast things will change.
Scared to sleep because who knows what I'll wake up to anymore.
I'm scared of losing people I care about,
But I braved that storm already.
It's funny, though.
I was expecting to hate them, want them dead...
But I don't. It's different.
I just feel nostalgia when I think of them.
That's it.
No bitterness.
No sadness.
Just remembering the times we shared... warms my heart?
Cause even the bad memories made me a better person.
But you make me the best of the best.
I'm scared when we don't talk all day.
I'm scared when you don't reply to my texts,
Cause I dunno what's going through your mind.
But I can feel it,
That you love me.
That you want me.
That we're pretty much perfect for each other.
How your warm and I'm cold.
How you like the cold, and I like the warm.
x: But it's not just the weather that makes me think you're the best person I've ever met.
I remember when I first met you,
You were dating Nina.
And I think I hated you for some unfathomable reason.
Maybe it was just the way you acted, or maybe it's because you weren't mine. P:
I dunno.. but then we didn't talk for a really long time I think.
It was weird. o_o
And then one day we were talking again P:
Back before you dated Megan and I swear I was like so crazy over you.
But so were other people, and I figured you were a bit promiscuous so I tried not to get attached.
P: But this school year I just couldn't stop texting you.
You seemed easy to talk to.
As always, easy to flirt with.
I enjoyed getting texts from you, cause I got excited waiting for them.
And overjoyed when I got them.
P: It's so silly of me.
But I love you, you know.
And it's crazy because it's true.
I just wanna hold you and kiss you.
And I want you to keep me warm forever.
P: Because I'm pathetic and I can't hide my feelings.
And because you amaze me, regardless of what people say.
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Missa Defunctorum
praise the lost souls, it'll set yours free
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