If there’s one thing I know for sure
It’s that I think about you too much
All day, all night, alone, with friends
You, Ethan, are on my mind too much
Maybe I don’t know what this means
There’s a lot I don’t know, too much
Maybe I’m just sick, delusional, stupid
But I think I love you, of course too much
Things between us could probably work
But I have a habit of yelling at you too much
I’m trying to work on this, and much more
To be with you, I’m willing to give up too much
March 28, 2011