| Current mood: |  bouncy |
| Current music: | ryan adams--wonderwall |
It’s not just the stage lights that make you sweat
I’ve stopped obsessing over you, and now I only obsess over the last month without you in it.
You, somehow, played a starring role in the movie of my misery.
There was your famous “I forgot to call” speech,
which you relayed brilliantly.
You’re a better actor than I thought, I saw genuine shock in your eyes when I confronted you.
It was kind of odd, though, because your absence stuck out like a sore thumb.
The scenes keep getting repeated, and I think your eyes are lying,
but I don’t know you well enough to know anymore.
Maybe I’m the one lying, because I pretend like you have no effect on me, when all you really do is affect me tremendously.
Now I’m going to stop my obsession and wish for a conclusion.
With or without you, I just want the end credits to roll.
Be careful of what you’re saying, you don’t want scathing reviews.
You already have enough just from me.
Break a leg – or maybe both.
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