vagina flapping in the wind

But if it was you 
I don’t think that it would matter 
And if it was true 
Then I just wouldn’t matter 

Because it was you 
I called it a different story 
But if I was you 
I’d make this a simpler story 

I finally knew that I simply couldn’t matter 
You finally knew that you simply couldn’t matter

are you tired of being alone,
are you tired of being alone?

think fast, killer

Let me tell you about the love I have,
‘Cause it’s growing by the moment, and I’d murder you to hold his hand.
See I don’t even know this boy but I want him so bad. 
Oh, so bad. 
He’s the singer of my favorite band. 
If I cornered him and locked him in a closet, he would understand.
Take me away from my boring life, to his promised land.

And his song is stuck in my head. 
His song is stuck in my head. 
As long as he’s not poor or dead, 
then I always shall remember him.

He’s not like the other guys I meet, 
I’m sure he’s always keen to listen, and the words, he sings so sweet. 
Like the Bible, not a fable, he’d be willing to beat, 
my ex-boyfriend up if they should ever meet. 
And as I press repeat, in the snow and sleet, 
I do a lap around his block, and as a swoon I’ll keep, 
my knife concealed ‘til the dream is real, and we share a suburban street.

And his song is stuck in my head. 
His song is stuck in my head. 
I will chain him tight onto my bed, 
so I always shall remember him.

Lately, I’ve been wondering about reverse psychology, 
and all the negative crap that it implies. 
Like that I want what I want when I want it, 
Not when it’s glimmering before my eyes. 
Lately, I’ve been wondering ‘bout complex biology, 
like when a stork shows up on your roof, 
to bring you a lovely love child,
bouncing boy, to spell out the truth.

His song is stuck in my head. 
His song is stuck in my head. 
I will fill his heart and soul with lead, 
so I always shall remember him.

falling asleep, asleep at the wheel
as i approach that cliff, i’m starting to feel
if you could wake me up with only your touch,
i could die with you, life would be enough.

so now, he’s next to me
but i can feel you in my heart.
you’re everything,
you’re everything he’ll never be.
it’s misery,
and more specifically i miss that day you spit on me.

you took the world from me
you took the world from me
you took the world from me
you took the world from me

i love big, beautiful, bright eyes

who do you think of when you watch a romantic movie? a love scene?
do you think of someone in particular when you see two people kissing?
is there one person that plagues your thoughts and memories all day and night? is there one person you can’t stop thinking about? does your stomach sink? do you get butterflies?

when you listen to music, is there someone that takes the meaning of all the lyrics you hear? do all the songs you hear seem to be written about that person?

how do you classify those feelings? does it make you scared? do you love that person or are you in love with that person or is it both? do you get angry and elated simultaneously? is it confusing?

who is it???

do you remember me?
how we used to be?
do you think we should be closer?