Arguing about nothing, talking our way in circles, can’t help but wonder if you’re ever gunna catch on to my hints. Cuz I keep thinking, thinking how I might tell you, how I could.
Can’t help but wonder what I mean….cuz when you’re walking around in circles, talking as if tomorrow and today are magically intertwined then why bother with the rest? After all I wouldn’t really mind, if we skipped straight to the part where all the stars aligned, skipped straight to the part where we could just be alright.
Call me a romantic in fact, call me what you will but I’d rather be a hopeless romantic than just another girl swallowing another bitter pill.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem