if you and i makes sense
then why aren't you in my bed
thinking 'bout this
makes me upset
i feel the same way that i felt
that day you sat with me
in the library
showing me philosophy
and why you love it
no one ever wanted to read
with me and everyone always
thought what i did was boring
no one really saw past the surface
of my sexuality, my appearance
and what i say
no one really cared what i thought
about life and why we exist
and if anything matters at all
being with you there
was like a dream come true
baby, i started to fall
and you knew
but if you and i don't make sense
then why are you afraid to see me
why are you drowning yourself
trying to keep yourself busy
i understand, i know
i do the same with the boys
i come and go with
i know you miss me
even if you don't show it
