You were sort of boring, but I dug it. You were pretty normal, but I was into it. I never liked your hair, but somehow I was satisfied. I'm not sorry that I'm smiling, because I don't know if it's real. Even being an hour and a half early I was somehow behind and was hit by a bus driving without head lights.
Looks like I'm back to rolling with it, starting now. Won't be looking for sweet talk, just time and souls empty of feeling. I'm sorry in advance for who I may hurt.