September 9th

I got her picture on the bathroom mirror

That way, That way she's always looking at me

I don't but if I did I'd

Keep our conversations long and interesting

But that's something I can't bring about in real life

I'm gonna stay lost for now, if she wants to find me

She probably won't, somebody has to remind me

She'll have her world to keep

I'll be a fuck-up singing cliched lines

Like they're cliched straight from me

I think she knows I'm trying to get near her

Avoid, Avoid eye contact like before

Like I don't care anymore

Another shitty song, another unoriginal thought passed

But why should I try writing a unique one?

I'm gonna stay lost for now, if she wants to find me

She probably won't, somebody has to remind me

She makes me feel like shit, without realizing it

And I can't seem to shake it off

If I only could chose the right words right enough

If only I could turn this outside feeling inside out,

Just like the last song.

Maybe I'll throw in a joke right here.

Silent, honest, horrified.

In the back of my head with my false pride.

I'll stay here with these forgettable words from a song

that you'll never hear.