I really miss playing softball.

It's the idea of tug of war.
Up and down and a "Thank you" in between.
I'm begging you to just tell me.

It's sticky like every situation you've ever gotten yourself into.

I feel like I'm not on the same page anymore. Was I ever?
I want to extend my position on the fact that you never put out much of an effort.
I waited for so long and I swear that one night I called your name three times,
and you didn't hear me. Maybe you just did a great job of ignoring me.





You're probably not as bad, as I make you out to be.