i can't stand when everyone can see right through me

"Let's engage in an Ongoing conversation
Hopping from topic to topic
From the tropic of cancer to recess and bitches
Why I'm always bringing work home with me
More baby kittens And sucker punches"

It's not me it's you, so you stay and I'll go. The past few weeks have flown by and I wonder where it all goes? Who were you before you were mine? I feel inclined to be affectionate, and to take care of you. I don't want to fix you, which is surprising but I really just don't. I love all that is wrong with you and how you are not afraid to tell me about that night your freshman year and how you did drugs for the first time and never will do them again, or how you actually love your parents. I think you are sweet and genuine, a semi-precious stone.