I always read your text messages twice, because I don't believe a word you say.
I still don't know what the fuck I'm doing.. Maybe love really isn't my thing.
I've been let down too many times to know what love IS.

At dinner, I felt like sticking a fork into my eyes.
I'm over thinking, again.
I can't even tell if it's good or not anymore.

This is too much, I need to get out of the house more.
I need my bike.