Mood: Hungry
Song: Ravenous; Atreyu
I can't help but love talking to you.
You make me giggle.
And you make me remember all the good times.
You were the a** and I was the nice one.
Or so everyone thought. Hahaha.
We we're just big dorks.
Its like you play this game with me.
This tango.
You pursue me. One, two, three. Then retreat.
My turn. One, two, three. Run.
My feet grow tired.
My head grows heavy.
My heart just twists upon itself.
I become hungry for your attention.
I need our dumb conversations.
But I won't come to you.
I've made my desicion.
You come to me
This time feels different.
I'm not bitter. Or hopeful for anything.
I just want my best friend back.
We've tangled our feet in this tango.
We both fell on our asses, like dummies.
I sat there dazed for awhile. Then stood.
You sat there dazed for a long while.
For awhile my eyes wandered from person to person, then they looked down on you. Waiting.
You stood after sometime.
And now all we're doing is staring at each other.
Or maybe we've begun a dance. Not a tango. Oh no.
Maybe a waltz. Hands connected. Equal. No title.
Do I expect you to text? No.
Do I expect you to call? No.
Do I want to hear your voice? As much as I hate to admit, yes.
Do I want you to text me? Again, I hate to admit, yes.
I miss my best friend.
I miss the fun times we had.
Its like we never had as much fun as we used to. It was just serious.
Maybe us dating was a big mistake. However, I think we've kind of grown and learned more.
I'm not inside your head. I won't be.
I don't want to be there anymore. You're too much of a mystery. And that's what makes you so interesting. (:
Don't expect me to reach you.
I've come to a decision. Much like Kait, I want to stick to it.
I still want to meet you. I'm too scared to ask if you still wanna meet me. Haha.
Song: Ravenous; Atreyu
I can't help but love talking to you.
You make me giggle.
And you make me remember all the good times.
You were the a** and I was the nice one.
Or so everyone thought. Hahaha.
We we're just big dorks.
Its like you play this game with me.
This tango.
You pursue me. One, two, three. Then retreat.
My turn. One, two, three. Run.
My feet grow tired.
My head grows heavy.
My heart just twists upon itself.
I become hungry for your attention.
I need our dumb conversations.
But I won't come to you.
I've made my desicion.
You come to me
This time feels different.
I'm not bitter. Or hopeful for anything.
I just want my best friend back.
We've tangled our feet in this tango.
We both fell on our asses, like dummies.
I sat there dazed for awhile. Then stood.
You sat there dazed for a long while.
For awhile my eyes wandered from person to person, then they looked down on you. Waiting.
You stood after sometime.
And now all we're doing is staring at each other.
Or maybe we've begun a dance. Not a tango. Oh no.
Maybe a waltz. Hands connected. Equal. No title.
Do I expect you to text? No.
Do I expect you to call? No.
Do I want to hear your voice? As much as I hate to admit, yes.
Do I want you to text me? Again, I hate to admit, yes.
I miss my best friend.
I miss the fun times we had.
Its like we never had as much fun as we used to. It was just serious.
Maybe us dating was a big mistake. However, I think we've kind of grown and learned more.
I'm not inside your head. I won't be.
I don't want to be there anymore. You're too much of a mystery. And that's what makes you so interesting. (:
Don't expect me to reach you.
I've come to a decision. Much like Kait, I want to stick to it.
I still want to meet you. I'm too scared to ask if you still wanna meet me. Haha.
