Recently Went to Disney World

You're remembering back, right?
But no one really knows themselves.
I have these scents stuck in my nose and someone's hands in my hair and I just don't know who they belong to. I'm kissing boys who bleed and cry, but I never mean it.
I'm so stable, but I won't...I can't say anything. Because I'm unstable. I've got the past stuck in my throat. Here, now, never. I've got shimmer on my hands to spread all over drinking glasses. Now, I won't ever drink from them!
Tug it out of my hands, of my stomach. I want to give it away, but I'm so attatched, so unavailable. You're so far away, but I'm trying to get further. To whom I address is your pick, not mine.

You don't have a mailing address and I can't even feel if you're lying. I don't mind if you lie, I have so much I won't ever tell you because you'd hate it, or you'd love it, and you would consume it, and I have an issue with letting these things go as planned.
So, what do I really need? Well, what do you really need? I need to stand on the edge of something. I need to be scared, but you need to be stable. I have the past stuck in my throat and I'm...
I'm going to swallow it!
As far as hands and havens go, they're one in the same and I'll be announcing how much I miss them. No, do not miss them!
Would I like to touch you? Would you care how my skin really felt? Would you care to touch the sunburn behind my leg and ignore the awkward placement of my hips?
Would you wait for me? Would you force me? Would you push me along? push me back? stop? I've got this shimmer on my hands, enough to spread around where it shouldn't be.