I hate playing these obligatory games with you. I just want to see you all the time. I want to sing with you. I want to play with your hair.
It’s so frustrating and I don’t know what it is that has me stuck on you so bad, but I cannot, no matter how hard I try, get you out of my head.
Truth is, you scare me. Of course, you are the least intimidating person ever, if fact you are the sweetest, gentlest, nicest, most wonderful. Maybe I’m not as afraid of you as I am the effect you have on me, because I can’t help it. Because as much as I want to remain indifferent to the world and remain invulnerable, you make it impossible for me to keep my head above water.
What are you doing tonight? Why don’t you call me? I don’t want to see anyone else. I am so goddamn stuck on you.