I look over at your smile every time and for a split moment, think to myself:
"Maybe I could do this again".
I know i'm shooting for the stars,
And i also know i won't reach them,
But, hey.
Who's to say I can't still just enjoy the view of the night sky?
I'm not asking for nor expecting anything in return for the aurora you've shined in some of my worse days by simply just being you.
I know the person I want to be and for you to see, but i'm just not there yet.
Even when I do, If i'm not the person you want me to be, I still appreciate you not contributing to fucking me over in the little time we knew each other.
I just really hope I don't do that thing again where I get too fascinated, start to get to know you, and actually fall for the person behind those florescent eyes.
Because that? That is the moment I know i'm one far-gone goner.
God, why am I waiting for you to take a jab at me?
Use me, ignore me when you are no longer bored, stop acknowledging me or just something for fricks sake.
Just do some shit to make me hate you, because I don't think I can do it on my own.
I know myself far too well to know i'm already going down this road again.
I guess this is just a little different.
Mainly because this would've been a start on a good note?
I don't even know.
All I know is that whats left of my heart pounds out of my ribs anytime you're near.
The only thing I really can say at this point is:
I am severely fucked.
