if there is something that moves you
that's not my cup of tea. it's part of what makes you beautiful to me. i'm not a fan
like you and your friends. you're so well read; i grew up on sugar cereal and tv. i'm starting to wonder what you see in me. no
but maybe i could learn to be. oh
there's always something from the start. you try to tell yourself it's only small
but it's not. and it's the very thing that later on will tear it all apart. i'm not a fan
and i wonder if you really are
or does it make you feel smart?
just minus the heart. he's shaking his ass
and you call it art. i'll wait in the lobby; go meet him for real. we can all go to dinner
and i'll be third wheel. so go get your t-shirt signed
fangirl. i may or may not be here when you return. so fuck you.