Anxious

Messed up is what he is
Tapping his feet with the beat
Waiting to see her face again
He’s anxious

Looking to meet her eyes again
For the last time in forever
All he want is her
But he’s anxious

He can’t keep it locked up anymore
He’s afraid
So afraid of losing her love
But she won’t go

It’s not fucking reality
She yells of out of the window
He laughs and thinks about the last time their lips met
It was too long ago

She was right
It wasn’t fucking reality
It was the past of them
They don’t exist in the present

peace and love, sixxteen