you can’t honestly be blaming me for feeling how i feel. it’s not my fault my blood runs the way it does. the air i breathe fills my lungs with god knows what, but it’s not good for me if it makes me think of you.
however, this doesn’t mean i’ll just stop breathing; i won’t let you take my breath away.
no worries though. i’m not in love with you; i just like the way you make me laugh. and i think it’s pretty sexy when you drop a beat. and you know what? i think that secretly, deep down, you like the way i jive to your rhythm. and the sparks that fly when we go with the flow.
i can’t look into your eyes without cracking a smile anymore; i can’t decide whether this is good or bad. but it’s okay, i guess.
i like to smile, and i’m brave enough to not avoid your gaze.
so bring it on; stares and laughs and beats and all.