I know when you look at me you see nothing.
And I know that all of this means nothing.
And I know I don't deserve anything I have.
I know I am different.
I know I am better.
I was sad.
And I was angry.
And I never knew why.
I know every time I look at the moon I'll wonder if you're looking at it too.
My head swims with ideas that never break the surface.
And my thoughts regurtiate annually in this style you've done before.
Mastered so well that it's expressing who you are without telling anyone who you are.
I know I suck at this.
But I don't know why I care.
Or why everything I write is a letter addressed to you.
I never want this song to end
So I keep hitting repeat.
