so this time you feed me lines. and i feel like it's a waste of time to try to forget all my chances. and everything i learned from you. and everything that brought me to you made me forget every day gets so much worse. always on my feet, trying to stay in line and not to forget all my chances. as sudden as it sounds i'm jealous of you and trying to forget every single fucking day. what to do now. things are so akward with us still. what are we gong to do. too much time waiting like this and caring doesn't do me any good. nervous and falling down. thinking warm is one thing and getting there is another and i feel i'm so average. yet you still hang around and i come to you face down. and when i think about you i think about nothing else. and every chance i ever gave to you. i never gave to myself. i'll take my chances now.