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.
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