It can’t be up to me, cause you don’t know who I was before you…
Maybe I’m just a little too strange. A little too out there. It makes me wonder a lot of things. But man, every time I look… It’s like I get a little weaker in the knees.
And then there’s a friend you have that feels the same way. Only, she’s not too strange, she’s not too out there. She’s beautiful. And she dances. I don’t think you can win with a dancer.
Hands down, I’m too proud for love.
But with eyes shut, it’s you I’m thinking of.
And it’s sweet that she pushes me to go for it first. It makes me question, though, whether she knows better. Maybe she knows I have no luck, and she’s being modest. Or she doesn’t want to seem like that kind of person that just takes over. I feel like I’m being that person, and that’s not fair.
I hope they never find out, what they already know.
As soon as it’s official, [I’ll] have to let it go.
So I just want to step back. Just stop caring. I’m sure it’ll be just like quitting smoking. It was hard the first day, even so the second day, but afterward I felt so great.
Though, today is still going to be a horrible day, I think. It’s only 12pm and I woke up in a shitty mood. It will either get better, or it will get much much shittier. It probably won’t get better..
Reasons:
People should know the ego I front is actually fake as fuck.
I love tumblr. This way I can just get my feelings out, get over them, and not worry anymore. Hopefully, it still works that way.
But you’re on my mind, my mind, my mind.
But maybe in time, in time, in time, I’ll tell you…
I’m a little bit, a little bit, a little in love with you….
But only if you’re a little bit, a little bit, a little bit in love with me….
~Lykke Li feat. Drake
I’m over it.
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