this is not.
i didn’t want to say, it so i held my tongue. i couldn’t stand to see it, so i just stayed home.
(and all the while).
i couldn’t stand to say it, so i held my tongue.
but this is not love.
and the way that i think of you is like the way that a thin line can wrap around anything, but when i think of you it’s never you that i’m thinking of.