♪Whimsicle bitch♪

♪”oh, but i’m SO afraid, and set in my ways..”
,,,
“oh, but i’m too tired, i won’t last long”
((NO! He’ll use the <<weak>> to OVERCOME the >>strong<<♪))

hey,
i’m writing this one under the assumption that:

1.) other people are trying their best
2.) people want to improve
3.) people who invalidate do not mean to

♪(are you sitting comfortably?
good. then let’s begin!)♪

♪(even tho this shit is sophomore – it still feels like the beginning!)♪

so- hey,
i wish that you trusted me.
i wish that you weren’t so jealous of my dog.
i wish that your X% was the same as my X%.

but it isn’t.

(♪i don’t take these things so personal anymore♪)
but if it were, listen to all this cool stuff i had planned for us. and that if you only tried harder to remember what you already know, that i’m special, you could be doing it with me, instead of ♪i just wanna hold you//never meant to leave you in our home town♪ you could be part of ♪roadtrippin’ with my 2 favourite allies.♪

But you’re not.

but if you were-

we could stay up all night walking, smoking, gas station coffees, laughing, singing, driving, (fucking), dreaming, doing,,,
You could join us on our journey, be a part of something bigger, something awesome, something fun, if you could just believe that ♪maybe, yeah just maybe, people wanna get to know you♪ and stop living in ♪fear and loathing♪ because you’re my favourite person to walk and smoke with and i wish that you would join us on our journey, you’d be the perfect companion for it. I Mean, if you wanted to go, but since you don’t, that’s about the opposite of perfect for a companion for me.
(i’m sorry i didn’t understand)

but, somewhere, a choice was made, a moment ruint[sic]. whose fault was it? does it matter? is anyone ever really at fault in these situations anyhow?

or is it just more like a death of a thousand paper cuts type of thing, until one person has almost bled out and has to tap out, surprising the opponent, because he thought we were the same.
i also thought we were the same.

until i didn’t anymore.
(♪funny how the price gets pai-ai-ai-ai-aid♪)
but since your X% is not the same as my X%, you can take so much more BULLSHIT than i can.

is this because you’re simply, as you always liked to shove in my face, LARGER, or is it because your family and friends were even so much meaner to you than mine were to me that you just had way more reserves for being papercut over and over and over again?
(♪funny how the price gets pai-ai-ai-ai-aid♪)

“♪in a world that can be so insane, i don’t think it’s very strange, for me to be in love with you – (i wanna know more than ur brain)♪” which if you know anything about me, is a Very Big Deal.

ok, bye.
(*extends pointer finger ET-style*, a movie i have never seen, in lieu of any greater physical touch – because you are so electric, it usually ends up frying my circuits.)