Pink hair.
Something there.
Curled and curious...
Temperaments cold.
Solemn face.
Something furious...
She reminds me of
A quiet storm
Maybe I'm delirious...
Maybe, baby
You can save me
From the gratuitous.
Uncalculated
Unrated
Someone out there
Computed us.
-
And
Maybe I'm too easily infatuated.
I think I need to slow it up,
Let the feelings be actuated.
Make sure it's mutual.
So the feelings are
Not debated.
I get too far ahead,
And get disappointed
I fuckin' hate it.
I'm starting to give up,
Yeah, I think love is overrated.
Equivalent exchange
Is outdated
And underrated
Unstated
Like.
Her.
-
She seems so unbothered
So nonchalant.
Traveling through life
With no stress
She knows just what she wants.
It's probably
Something different
Naturally.
Nothing like what I'm presenting
She
Couldn't possibly
Want me...
-
With all that pink hair
I just don't think there
Is potential that she'll
See me there.
It's not fair.
But...
I think that things
Work out when they're meant to.
We weren't meant to
Venture into
What we aren't into.