Alien

I feel like an alien. 

I don't fit in. 

I don't get the social cues, 

and why people lie like it's nothing. 

Why am I supposed to know 

they're lying to be nice? 

And when I walk the streets people stare. 

Like I'm not supposed to be even here. 

I don't get why people ghost, 

when being honest is that easy.

Why abandoning a friend is not an issue.

My jokes don't fit,

nobody laughs.

And I say things I shouldn't,

how am I supposed to know that?

I feel like an alien.

I don't fit in.

I never was meant to,

and I guess that's it.

Like a moth

Like a moth drawn to a flame, a damn flame, like Ikarus flying to the sun, I burn myself on you. I can't stop it, it's a drug and poisonous, and somehow I like it. I'm gonna burn myself, that damn flame, I'm drawn to it, it's warm and magnetic. Just a step saves me from burning, but I can't stay away. After all this time I still can't stay away.

Dennis

"I've been busy"

If someone wants to talk to you, they will.

Don't fall for that "I've been busy" nonsense.

It takes three seconds to send a text.

We fell so fast

Dennis, Felix

I fell for you on accident...