The Nervous Game
Floating in and out of my memory
Is the feel of your skin
on top of mine
My hands are in yours
Last Friday night
"But if he comes in, we'll have to stop, you know"
Yeah.
Our drunken actions
seemingly reptitious
you and me
(So long as no one sees)
Mouths on your hand
We're not nervous
Just testing our limit
Is the feel of your skin
on top of mine
My hands are in yours
Last Friday night
"But if he comes in, we'll have to stop, you know"
Yeah.
Our drunken actions
seemingly reptitious
you and me
(So long as no one sees)
Mouths on your hand
We're not nervous
Just testing our limit
posted by Sarah at 11:01 PM
3 Comments:
yeah, i'm pretty sure I hate cuz at least your pretend boyfriend talks to you. mine doesn't even return my messages....i'm a big fat sucka
HEY! Actually, he doesn't talk to me much.
Just when we're together. I texted him yesterday, and he never talked to me back.
And then the same goes for other things.
It doesnt matter so much, I suppose.
I'm not attatched (terribly) anyway.
We'll see how things pan out.
The sad thing is that it didn't really mean anything.
SUCK.
Yeah well, mine doesn't text me back either and he doesn't even like me. I don't even get to see him except at freaking band concerts. At least you get to kiss yours you whore. WHY US!! WHY CAN'T THEY JUST FALL IN LOVE WITH US!! AAAAAAAAAAAAGHHHHHHH!!
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