Everything tastes bland.
Eating for the sake of it,
Meeting for the sake of it,
When it's not what I really want.
Standing outside in the rain to feel alive.
Getting my feet wet while my heart stays dry.
Watching with my Bad Girl eyes
And thinking
"I never really liked you anyway"
Or wishing I'd taken the plunge,
Chosen differently;
Gone right instead of left.
All signs point to YES but I go for no everytime
