Written in spite of what everyone says... 2004-05-10 @ 11:53 p.m. I can't breathe or catch my breath when I see you walk by, when I watch you walk by, 'cause, of course, I wait to watch you walk by, and I can't control myself when I see stroll past, when I see you've caught my eyes, when I hear your foot steps die, and I can't compose myself when you walk right up to me and start talking like you know and I assume you know and I assume you get this way, too, but I know you don't. I'm just playing myself like a tool 'cause I can't compose myself, so I play composer with myself to try to act casual and cool. I smoke a pack to try to look cool, to impress you, and I realize that, socially, I'll never be you. Fuck the hierarchy of high school status, but then again, I'd only be fucking myself over. I can't talk to you. I'll never win.
The Weather Underground - 2008-11-12 everything � Claudia (2003-2008) |