Just because I look forward to hearing about your day,
doesn’t mean I love you, it doesn’t mean I’ll stay,
and I might eagerly tell you what’s on my mind,
and ask for your new book finds,
but don’t you get attached with me for that,
because I really don’t love you,
and I really don’t want you to stay.
Ignore how much I laugh when I’m with you, it’s a natural response to your retardedness,
and obviously I never wait for your invitations to come over, and I never look forward to seeing your face.
So please don’t gaze into my eyes when your hand slips into mine,
and don’t call me cute when I call your big eyes so fine,
and certainly don’t watch me as I fall asleep, because I definitely don’t watch you mumble at sunrise.