you're trapped in between my bed and my couch. and you know that and we both don't seem to care. but it's all right, because we're happy. or at least we pretend to be.
also, we kiss sometimes. but it's all right, because i know you don't feel the desire to undress my lies.
i conceal my love — even when we kiss. i love you weakly. and i feel like i owe you an explanation. but god, it doesn't matter how hard i try, i fail. i keep failing. so i end up giving you a piece of useless knowledge. but it's all right, because even though you're desperate for my answer, you wait. and nod when i tell you i don't know.
but it's dangerous. and i told you that your love for me is dangerous. but what about you? that's what i asked and you parted your lips, about to say something and i waited. you just shrugged and i didn't like that. i know that i'm hurting you is what i told you then. but you once again shrugged. i'm sorry that i'm hurting you is what i should have said to you, but you knew what i was talking about anyway. and when i looked away from you, i realised that you simply loved being my safety pin.
