if i'm in love with you...

She asked me if i'm in love with you. she said, he used to sleep on my boobs, and she asked me if i'm in love with you. I feel i'm drowning in a pool of my own imagination (am i being rescued or pushed back in?) Do I need you? If I loved you, I would know, right? but if I didn't, then I guess I wouldn't think about it all the time I wouldn't want to rest my head on your shoulder when you put your arm around me and i i guess i would run as fast as i could from you if i didn't love you. one look, across the table I play that i am the one who is stringing you along... But i bet you haven't even imagined what it would be like... or maybe you think that i haven't, that it wouldn't work, that i don't care about you But when I look at you i don't see anyone else, and when you look at me, i wonder how you don't feel it too you know, she asked if i'm in love with you. all i can ask is why, why this dirty trick, this dirty game... why do you have to be two different people as sweet as candy to me and dogshit to her why do you have to love her but why do you have to hate her why can't you open your eyes and why can't i tell you why? she asked if i'm in love with you and i said no well...i don't know...no...i guess not i guess i'm not? Written March 26th, 2002 © on Apr 07 2002 11:45 AM PST   18 • 0 • 8