coffeewhiskey

tonight, I'm lonely.
last night i was crazy.
when your crazy at least you have the voices in your head.
now i just have the get up kids in my head.
and i cant write it out, i'm unhappy with anything i write now-a-days

to the girl in my periphery
i strive to see more of you
if only you would turn your head
and look at me
I wonder from time to time
If i gaze upon
your more beautiful side
or if the half I see
like a lonely profile
is merely the beginning
of eyes and lips
that smile in requiems
of a face built of parts
that someday may
overtake the sum of my heart
I wonder about the girl in my periphery
because she keeps on smiling
and as far as eye can see
Ill find her on the outskirts
of a dream thats just out of reach

see what i mean.
crushes aren't crushable.
i mean today i realized she isnt very pretty, but her body language is adoreable.
she rolls her feet on her heels when she thinks.
and laughs like its leaving her.
she loses her shoes a lot and isnt at all coy about getting them back.
I'm probably leading her on, but shes probably leading me on too.
she can barely see over her own steering wheel.