Sit & Reminisce About The Old School, Maybe Share A Cigarette Because We're Both Fools.

Alright fine, I'll admit it, I'm interested. Find myself wondering what you have to offer frequently. Find myself wondering if I'm even looking for that even more frequently. It's entirely too easy to make things impersonal. The mass number of ways to communicate without even hearing each other speak is insurmountable, as well as unfortunate. Sometimes I really hate the fact that I'm so dependent on them. The worst part about all of this is that I don't even know what I'm saying or doing anymore. At times I could swear that something beyond myself is controlling my reactions to circumstances. Sure I say what I mean, but I don't always mean what I say. It's hard, that's all.

And as for you, as of right now, I wish I couldn't even remember your name. Who were you to me? Who are you now? That's not even the same person. Maybe you're just the best liar I've ever met, or even better than the best to fool me. Whatever you're doing, I wish you'd just stop. I don't want to think about how talented you are at telling me exactly what I want to hear. Wish you were secure enough to start over and be a regular functioning person in my life, but we all know that's impossible now. Leave me alone, don't bother me anymore. Mind, let it go. Because I just decided that I already have.