distance is the worst thing ever
and i think
'if these people were closer, everything would
just be so much better'
but then i stop
and remember all the people in my town
who i barely see
and the thought
s
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k
s
to the same place
he sits
he's my bottom
my rock bottom
I don't love you.
That's what I said.
I know that you are nice and all,
and you're great fun to be around,
but I don't love you.
I don't love you.
That's what I said.
We tease each other constantly
every time we meet,
and I can't stop grinning
when we do,
but I don't love you.
I don't love you.
That's what I said.
We like a lot of the same things,
and also things different enough
not to be boring to each other.
But I don't love you.
I don't love you.
That's what I said.
We're both interested in other people.
But every time we meet,
I am amazed
at what a liar I am.
What do you want to be when you grow up?
They ask it like a dare.
As if letting your unlikely dreams
slip from the safety of your mind
could bring their own
a little closer to reality.