Thursday, April 15, 2004

well, the truth is that
i kinda don't care what you want
i sorta don't care what i look like, or what time i'm calling you
i sorta just want to be all over you no matter what mood you're in
i kinda hate the way you don't shut your fucking eyes
and i sorta don't care whether or not i'm on the rag
i kinda sorta just want to prance around the house in my lingerie and combat boots
and you kinda have to tell me i'm the most beautiful thing you've ever seen.
i kinda just want to scream when i feel like it
i sorta don't care if you're nervous, or paranoid
i'll kinda not talk to you if everything doesn't go my way
and i'll kinda still expect you to kiss my ass.
i kinda hate it when you don't call me back,
or say you will and kinda forget.
i kinda only want marks where no one can see them
but i'll sorta tear you up all over the place
i kinda want you to be crazy with me
but i sorta wish i wasn't crazy
i kinda just really want you to love me
eve though i really sorta want everything else.
*bettie* at 10:00 AM