I hate Incubus not because they are a bad band but because they are from a part of my life I don’t inhabit anymore.
I want to go to you when I have a bad day but I don’t think you would understand why I was going to you and you would just laugh and be awkward.
If you asked me to follow you around the world and love you I would in a heart beat…but I am afraid I am just in love with the idea of who you were and who I was but who are we now?
I wanted to call you tonight and ask you if you still thought about me, but what would that do?
And how would I feel if you said no? And in all reality deep down I want you to think about me and realize what a fool you were…sometimes I’m not a very nice person especially since I would never take you back.
Whenever I see you I want to run to you and have you hold me, even though you have never held me before. It’s a good thing I don’t ever see you then.
Sometimes I still have a hard time facing what I have done and who I have been and I am afraid I will become that person again.
I would love you if you asked me to. I’ll never ask though and neither will you and I’m glad.