you seem to forget
the weeks i chased you around
rooms; hoping you'd notice that
i notice you. & then in some
ironic denoument, you begin
chasing me around rooms.
the weeks i chased you around
rooms; hoping you'd notice that
i notice you. & then in some
ironic denoument, you begin
chasing me around rooms.
it's funny how sad i seem to get
over things i'm not sure
have ever passed.