figured.

I could wait ages for answers and then find the questions, do everything backwards. The way I think of you is stranger than the things I think, and I haven’t seen a healthy way out of this since last winter. If everyone had a way of being, and your way was counteractive to mine, then what’s this magnet doing here? Stuck between us like some lost piece of fool’s gold. I find it funny the way you look out the windows when you’re upset as if there is some sort of clarity coming for you. Sorry, but we’re all alone and the only person you can turn to left fifteen minutes ago, in the dead of the night like some over rated over studied final scene in a play. Fine. I didn’t want you anyways.