perhaps i am a bit insane. or maybe just in love, or something
pensive. that is my current mood. i miss you, like hell.
“oh these times are hard, yea they’re making us crazy, dont give up on me baby”
its kinda perfect yano, in a really imperfect inconvient manner. its like this:
you meet, you think their strange as hell, and why the hell do they keep staring. and then you fall for em real hard, unmistakeably hard.
you stay in touch, see each other a handful of times.
and thats all it takes.
thats all it takes
