Emottraction

Feel bad for the people who sit near me when I’m P.M.S.ing

My hormones are insane

God, being female is difficult

I am definitely (?) straight

But this sexual tension is PEAK

Why is the dark emo look so attractive

What does one do with these feelings when on public transit?

 

If someone asks if we are strangers

I feel like you and I have different answers

It’s just me

I can’t sleep

Thinking about these kinds of things

What a mess

I should just let

The song write itself like whatever

 

I almost don’t care what everyone thinks

It’s not a trend, I’m not brainwashed

But why do I feel like I don’t recognize my anything

 

I’m just confused and scared and probably hormonal

This feeling’s also normal

But why do I feel like I don’t recognize my anything

 

I could never have predicted this reaction

I will die on ‘this is only emottraction’

 

It’s getting harder to fall asleep at night

I can only see yours when I close my eyes

And pushing you down on a bed in a hotel room

What the hell is going on in my head, is this too soon

I’m lucky I even know your first name

And you’ll be gone as soon as you graduate

You… wouldn’t stay to do your Master’s, right?

Even if I’m brimming with emottraction tonight?

 

If someone asks if we are strangers

I feel like you and I have different answers

It’s just me

I can’t sleep

Thinking about these kinds of things

What a mess

I should just let

The song write itself like whatever

I don’t recognize my anything

 

This feels like a fever dream

Since when do I write

With such difficulty

It’s not writer’s block

I’m just struggling

With emotions I could never see coming

Even at right this moment my brain is harping on that wo- stop it

I wish I could see you

And ask you one thing, just once

 

If someone asks if we are strangers

I feel like you and I have different answers

It’s just me

I can’t sleep

Thinking about these kinds of things

What a mess

I should just let

The song write itself

‘Cause it’s already 2 AM

This isn’t getting any better

Gah, whatever!

 

Should I have left us at strangers

Not tried to get to know ya

I’m really not good with cliffhangers

 

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