so it seems i am loved. and i want to say: hey alright i might be goddamned. now call me up and we can sort out the details.

so it was me and you and high and dry. and i couldn't be happier or sweatier. it was the absolute best time i.ve had since the last time i talked to you. i think i want to take you to the prom. i would buy you a "spiked" drink and i would try to awkwardly grope you. i hope you would let me. and you show me that this is a chemical burn. and you also drag me through these here fucking times kicking and screaming and vomiting. you drag me through it and the whole time i just want to eat my own shit and die of joy. to you:

you are the state in which i love you.