Tuesday, August 24, 2010

Daisies Aren't Roses.

Make a smart ass remark about how I can't sit still.
Have I ever told you about that time that I-
Oh, I have?
What about the time that I-
Yeah, that's the one.
No matter how I sit I feel as though I'm slouching.
Maybe if I turn like so.
Inadequate.
I feel so inadequate here.
Spin the radio knobs to fill the silence with static.
It's a little less awkward now.
I like this song, but I won't say so.
Maybe you like girls with big personalities.
Maybe they scare you.
I'll just look out your window while you drive.

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