In my dreams, I see people that I know and find reasons not to talk to them.
I'm good at beatboxing though.
In real life, I see people that I know and sometimes I talk to them. Sometimes I find reasons not to talk to them.
My stomach hurts but I can't imagine what would help this.
I thought about telling you my most
but I know you're not my confidante
you have more intimate matters at hand
there's a weight around my neck
it's got your name on it
and it reminds me that I am so full of shit
so I begin every sentence with the words "To be honest..."
but no one picks up on the idea
that everything I said before might
have been a lie