it's just as simple as the fact that i don't like his hands or what he does with them

takes the edge off, that's why, it takes the edge off. it makes it so i can sit back and not care. i makes it so i can be staring at the ceiling even though i should be staring at you. past the shoulders and passing the time. separating away from anything. separating what you know and what you think you know. in time what comes to pass will be all you have left. it's like when knowing your place means not crossing any lines. it's like when knowing your place is relevant in any way. stepping down those stairs stepping down those stones feeling like falling maybe it's just that i'm eager or it's just that you made me eager to get that again. i wanna get it again, i wanna get it again. mmm again and again. "i wish two drinks were always in me." two drinks are more often than not... always in me. what's wrong can be right and what's right could turn out to be what you don't need. in the end that's what you don't need. climbing up walls and climbing up pillars and climbing up consciousness and the fact that i can't read a single person's mind astounds me as everyone thinks they know what's going on but everyone is entirely oblivious in their own world. i can't help but talk to you and i can't help but look at you and i can't help but not really think. i don't know what i'm writing about. all i really meant to say is that it's weird but good but sucks when you miss someone you don't really know but kind of know, all for no real apparent reason and there's no reaaaal cause behind it but you just miss them and wish they were in front of you so you could talk about whatever and do whatever and i don't really get it. i guess that's just recently occurred to me, really recently.