You’ll look at her and instead wish you saw me. You’ll make light conversation with her while you imagine my beautiful, obnoxious laugh. You’ll listen to her but instead hear my voice. She’ll win your parents approval but not your heart’s. You’ll be driving your car and think about what I am doing. You’ll wonder how many times I’ve cried. You’ll think of the times we had, where it was just me, you, and God in a dimly lit room. You’ll feel unsure, because you’re never really sure about anything. You’ll think about how you hurt me and you might even feel sorry for a moment. But you’ll carry on with living your lie of a life, solely because you don’t know what you want.
i wrote a v complicated Guide To Seeing Panic! Live at 12:15 AM one night and i just found it and cried laughing with my aunt while reading it because holy fuck was i sleep-deprived but it's still pretty fucking funny if i do say so myself and my aunt is now posting it on facebook and telling the band page about it and if they notice it i will burst into flames