It is hell week
Tomorrow is opening night
And all I can seem to do is screw up
I'm sitting in the hallway
Venting to Hope about how I can't do anything right
You appear in the hallway and sit next to me
If you were anyone else I would make you leave
But I've always been unnaturally open with you
It's like my soul recognizes the apparent sympathy in your heart
When I am finished venting I look at you
-Sorry you had to hear that-
You like listening to something with "substance"
It intrigues you
You are so different
The boy who doesn't care when I cry and who wants to listen
I can't stop myself from smiling
You must be good for me
Opening night went off without a hitch
And resulted in my soul soaring whenever I hear you laugh
Oh god.
