And it'd be six in the morning on New Year's Day, and he'd turn to you and quietly say; "How's it even possible for you to look this good? Cause It's six in the morning- a time when no one should." And you'd whisper back after a little short while,"Baby you'd better keep it down cause blinding me with your dazzling smile."
Haha the funniest thing happened today, I used to like this guy but he turned out to be a real a/shole and for the past couple weeks his friends and I have been fighting over this spot in the eating area and the only reason they want the spot is so that they can play handball and because I liked the guy I let him have the area. But today I thought “No f*ck it I want that damn spot!" So my friends and I got together and made up a plan so we can get it and at lunchtime we got there as soon as possible and ate our lunch. needless to say that were really p!ssed off and they still played handball there even though we were eating in that area and one of the guys was literally 4 centimetres away from my face so his a/s was in our way and he was twerking and my friends were like wtf. I was just like f*ck you and then my ex crush said I'm not going near those things (looking at me and my friends ) and I got up and shouted out “Shut the f*ck up, you are not better than anyone else you little piece of sh/t and if I ever hear you sing or talk again I will shove that handball down your throat!" And sat back down as if nothing happened. (Excuse the terrible punctuation)
You were dancing in your tube socks in our hotel room, Flashing those eyes like highway signs. Light one up and hand it over, rest your head upon my shoulder. I just wanna feel your lips against my skin. White sheets, bright lights, crooked teeth, and the night life. You told me this is right where it begins. But your lips hang heavy underneath me. And I promised myself I wouldn't let you complete me.
there's this boy i know. we've been friends since we were younger. his parents, are divorced though. so he lives with his mom, a couple states away. i only see him once every two years or so. i saw him yesterday. we talked for hours, and it was 1 am when my mom made me leave his house. he's antisocial, like me. so it was hard for us to start talking. but i've never had a bigger crush on anyone. and my hands are shaking, as i nervously stratch at my scars. and i think i've found a reason to live another year. him.