the clouds have shifted along with the mood

dancing on the tips of my nose
eskimo kisses
hiding in cubbyholes where no one knows
im in over my head
but i cant complain
havent felt this in forever

happy

wrong wrong wrong

the last thing i wanted was for you to say you were worried.
for you to care, yes.
for you to worry, no.
for the 6am phone call to express said worry, definitely not.
i stand on the fact that i had arms to stay in that night would not have happened.
but this is my fault not yours.
and now i dont know what to do.

I'm taking bets, even with the odds against me.

tomorrow will be
awesome
disastrous
amazing
terrible
and i wont even think about it until the weekend.
dont stop me.
except i wish you would.