stir crazy

so you got the bug? the one where everyone's sick?
i believe you, sure, but what if it's a trick?

there's no need to get bogged down
stuck here, in the upside down
wondering if i'm the only clown
who never learned not to drown

your ideas are great and we live for fear
we pretend to care for what you hold dear
while wishing for someone else
looking for a sign, for a sense of self

i can't forget, forget what went down that night
how much you teased me and how it felt so right
how you made my heart feel and my body fight
how i walked on air and i felt so bright

i knew you'd come and that's why i went
i know i'm dumb and emotionally spent

but i long for you, for warm spoons
for full moons,
for sandy dunes,
for darkened rooms

when you forget our gap and ask for fate
where we say 'damn the costs' and stay up late
where we tease and giggle and get more drunk
where i tell you my soul while we get crunk

not because i think you'll change
but because i want you to know my name

i want to know your's since we hardly talk
we only goof around and i try not to stalk
your habits and your ideas or your whereabouts
but it's hard not to like you and your roundabouts