the horror that astounds me
and how it rebounds at the exact wrong moments
and all i can think about is how i'm screwing up
and all i can think about is what you think of me
it makes me so nauseous to recount
all of those wasted, worthless moments
and all of those witty things i never said
to make you fall head over heals
and land tumbling at my feet with a grin the size of California.
allyouneedisSAV : all i do is annoy him.
xx she was : at least you have a hobby