My entire stomach believes you'll find me,
I'm obsessive like that.
When i feel your pretty words i wonder of our similarities.
I understand how they sung from your lips,
Long before i danced with them.
Only, could you really care to know that i cried?
That i ruined my make up to your voice?
I did.
Twice.
The very first time i heard my life in your lips.
I still consider myself normal,
You who cannot relate to something as deeply, are ab-normal.
And if i have kids, i wont let them be baby sat by you.
Because they'll probably be turned into lampshades.
