You're sitting in my kitchen feeling dumb
We rearrange our bodies in the sun
You said one day i'm gonna face it
Last night i saw the last episode
Of true detective
I thought it was a cop out the way they left it
College kids dance manically
Do you think they're ok?
Or are they always just that way?
Am i bored or just a loser?
I know i get bad yelp reviews
But it's the best that i can do
Guts and gore
On my computer screen
I'm semi-ok and i'm staring into you
You feel it in your insides that you've peaked
You haven't made a single thing all week
You say you're never gonna make it
Where?
On the overlapping bridges late at night
You touch my face as cars whirr by
I like the nighttime
I like the daytime too
What should i be?
What can i do?
Your family visits once a week
You're so nice
I like your room
I think i meant to lead you on