they're thrilled,
to the point where I'm crying and throwing jars at the walls and they love it,
they think I'm deep,
deep and complex,
so wrong that it feels right,
passionate and sweet
so is it my fault?
is it theirs?
they're thrilled,
to the point where I'm crying and throwing jars at the walls and they love it,
they think I'm deep,
deep and complex,
so wrong that it feels right,
passionate and sweet
so is it my fault?
is it theirs?