Don't be talkin' bout my stare that way

I wish she werent’,
I don’t even have a logical reason to like her but for some reason I feel like i have to,
it’s like a fuckin’ reflex.

Fuck THAT!

we don’t have good conversations,
she doesn’t like me,
i don’t know what i would do anyway even if i were to start up with a girl again which I won’t.

It’s like an irrational fear,
Imagine you were afraid of yams for no god damn reason in the world and you see a yam and you know right off the bat that’s it’s just a sweet potato but you can’t help but flinch and throw your arms up like it’s the four horsemen of the fucking apocalypse

    * I love the cold
    * I love your scarf
    * All diseases inhibit your ability to appreciate a nice day
    * This is definitely a virus