there are times i’m looking for a way out…figuring it’ll be a mistake to get involved and step into the little seat on the ever terrorizing rollercoaster of romance (yes pathetic wording, i know). then, there are times that i feel compelled to show up at his door wearing nothing but a coat and carrying a large bottle of vodka in one pocket and chocolate in the other (pathetic image).
i have to say, i’ve never debated the issue as thoroughly as i have this time around.
you’re dangerous, ’cause you’re honest
you’re dangerous, you don’t know what you want…
i’ve been preoccupied with more serious concerns the past few days. hopefully, the news i’m waiting for will be unimpressive.
maintaining the steady…is about as easy as pinning jello to a wall.