the quarter life affair

I don't know what you want from me, and it's not the kind of thing I want to ask.  Cause although I'm not really sure what I want from you, I also don't want to hear your reply.  Worst case scenario, you lie, worst case scenario, you tell me what I don't want to hear, worst case scenario, you tell me what I do want to hear, but none of this will work, none of this will work.

Maybe you're trying to get over someone.  I don't know, but maybe this is the case.  If so, a part of me thinks, so what's wrong with sticking around, but then the other part of me thinks, I don't want to be the girl that hangs around as you try to get over someone else.  I don't think it's a game I feel like playing.

I don't know any of this to be fact.  But I have this feeling, like something's off.  And I've never been wrong before. 


But the weird thing?  The weird thing is, being around you takes no effort.  As if we've been hanging out for years, as if you're an old friend, you know?  And I'm not quite sure why this is the case, but to me, being around you is comfortable.

And that's hardly ever been the case.