you are all i wanted, okay? and, someday you will trust me. i don't expect anything. always running around you--some skewered lyrics

when you trust me
you won't be interested anymore
but, i will be able to touch you,
and then, lesbian death bed, we are not lesbians (anymore)
calling all lesbians-we are for unfortunate middleschooling.

*seriously, though, am I ever not going to drive crying, wondering, questioning what the fuck happened to we for the entire fifteen hours down to FL? for summers and sunshine and selling me.at