Sick of you, sick for you.

Dear you,

I want to be chased after, I want to be fought for.

How funny that I had that but let it go.

What is wrong with me?

I have what I want, but then I let it go.

Once its gone, I want what I had.

And knowing me, when I have what I want, I won't want it anymore.

Fuck the grass and its greenness.

You know what, no, I know what I want...

You think maybe if I had the right kind of what I want, then I'd want it forever?

Im not used to the whole dating scene.

Having stability for 3 years...

I didn't have to deal with the bullshit of reading in between the lines.

I don't want to read in between the lines.

Tell me what you want, how you feel.

Please. Please. Please.

"And why do you sing Hallelujah

If it means nothing to you.

Why do you sing with me at all?

We might live like never before.

When there's nothing to give,

Well how can we ask for more."

[Damien Rice: Delicate]

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