I'm Just A Notch In Your Bedpost.

You said we were friends. I remember that clearly. In fact, I remember telling you that no matter what happened, I wanted you as my friend. I wanted you around.

Friends talk to each other. So when I see you and try make an effort with you, you really shouldn't just ignore me and blow me off.

I'm not going to fucking try kiss you or confess my massive crush on you. You know. I've already done that. We've both already done that.

And yeah, i get it. Confusing shit right. Standing still, right? Deadly. I'm fine with that. Do what you want, deal with this however you like. But fuck, talk to me.

This friends shit is bullshit. Absolute bollox.