would i fight with an angel? would i leave here with you?

sometimes it feels like you've broken promises... that i'm sure you've never made.
and sometimes it feels like i'm the one who's breaking

and i don't understand why a picture of him makes me think of you.

and i don't understand why i care. that's not true, it's a completely blatant lie actually. i totally DO know why i care, and i wish that i didn't. or i wish that you did.

and right now i should be studying but all i can think about is the questions i've been meaning to ask you, so i can lie about my reasons for asking them.