I look up at the ceiling and sigh again, taking a breath of the cigarette. Girls are so complicated. I take her hand again but don't look at her, "I don't give off vibes, sweetheart. Stop trusting them."
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
I wonder if people felt the freedom in our culture to love louder, if they'd be quicker to say "I miss you" when the absence of someone is felt instead of just thinking it. — soundofmind