I refuse to be ignored. I do everything I can to get attention. But somehow, I always end up in the background.
So how did I get here?
Duh, by trying to get attention, specifically his attention. But no, who is he making out with? Her.Yeah, I know, totally perverse.(Not as in like perverted, but the actual literal meaning, like ironic or something like that…)
Yeah, I know, I shouldn’t be in love with him. He’s a bad boy. No joke. Maybe I never get his attention because secretly I know he’ll only use me and leave me broken-hearted.
She’s doomed and I know it.
But for some reason, I want him all the same.Yeah, he’s hot, but that’s not the only reason. He’s funny too, and apparently an amazing kisser. Do I really only like him because of that?
Oh well, so here I am, standing on the table, dancing around drunk.Oh hooray. Not really, inside I’m fuming.
Why won’t he look over here?
Why don’t I give up?
Why do I even like him?
I shouldn’t, and I wouldn’t, except I do.
I know, it’s perverse, isn’t it?