syd-payne
A girl once told me
that I could get any girl I want.
And the worst part wasn’t
that it was a lie.
The worst part was that
she didn’t know it was
a lie.
Because the ones I want
never want me.
The ones I want do not
give me the time a day,
yet I’m writing about them
all night.
The ones I want talk
about me behind my back.
The ones I want see me as
just a friend.
The ones I want care too much
about a boy who cares too
little for them.
The ones I want can’t
see me through there tears,
even though I’m the only
one around.
The ones I want lay their head
on my shoulder but can’t
give me their heart because
it would be weird.
The ones I want hold my hand
while always keeping me at an arm’s
length away.
We can just be friends,
they always say.
You’re such a good guy
and any girl would be lucky
to have you, they tell me.
But it is a lie because the
only one I want is you.
C, don’t you dare say I can get any girl I want (via coltonsnead)
coltonsnead
Some days,
you wake up wondering
what in the hell
you’re doing with your life.
You probably won’t
remember the night
before because
you drank until
you couldn’t remember her.
You will
stretch in bed,
sore from all the
misfortune and shame.
Your breath will taste like
light beer and disappointment.
You will put on yesterday’s
socks and drive home.
And you won’t stop thinking
about her.
C, the mornings after (via coltonsnead)
coltonsnead
A girl once told me
that I could get any girl I want.
And the worst part wasn’t
that it was a lie.
The worst part was that
she didn’t know it was
a lie.
Because the ones I want
never want me.
The ones I want do not
give me the time a day,
yet I’m writing about them
all night.
The ones I want talk
about me behind my back.
The ones I want see me as
just a friend.
The ones I want care too much
about a boy who cares too
little for them.
The ones I want can’t
see me through there tears,
even though I’m the only
one around.
The ones I want lay their head
on my shoulder but can’t
give me their heart because
it would be weird.
The ones I want hold my hand
while always keeping me at an arm’s
length away.
We can just be friends,
they always say.
You’re such a good guy
and any girl would be lucky
to have you, they tell me.
But it is a lie because the
only one I want is you.
C, don’t you dare say I can get any girl I want (via coltonsnead)
A girl once told me
that I could get any girl I want.
And the worst part wasn’t
that it was a lie.
The worst part was that
she didn’t know it was
a lie.
Because the ones I want
never want me.
The ones I want do not
give me the time a day,
yet I’m writing about them
all night.
The ones I want talk
about me behind my back.
The ones I want see me as
just a friend.
The ones I want care too much
about a boy who cares too
little for them.
The ones I want can’t
see me through there tears,
even though I’m the only
one around.
The ones I want lay their head
on my shoulder but can’t
give me their heart because
it would be weird.
The ones I want hold my hand
while always keeping me at an arm’s
length away.
We can just be friends,
they always say.
You’re such a good guy
and any girl would be lucky
to have you, they tell me.
But it is a lie because the
only one I want is you.
C, don’t you dare say I can get any girl I want
coltonsnead
Some days,
you wake up wondering
what in the hell
you’re doing with your life.
You probably won’t
remember the night
before because
you drank until
you couldn’t remember her.
You will
stretch in bed,
sore from all the
misfortune and shame.
Your breath will taste like
light beer and disappointment.
You will put on yesterday’s
socks and drive home.
And you won’t stop thinking
about her.
C, the mornings after (via coltonsnead)
Some days,
you wake up wondering
what in the hell
you’re doing with your life.
You probably won’t
remember the night
before because
you drank until
you couldn’t remember her.
You will
stretch in bed,
sore from all the
misfortune and shame.
Your breath will taste like
light beer and disappointment.
You will put on yesterday’s
socks and drive home.
And you won’t stop thinking
about her.
C, the mornings after