The light and the sound

I used to kill for this, just a hint of it. My mind got all fucked up again on a rooftop, in an unfamiliar city that I have a love/hate relationship with. I couldn't force the liquid down my throat fast enough. My tricks failed me, but I don't have tricks anymore. I'm trying to be honest, and real but that's not what you wanted, not what you asked for at all. You wanted a girl who can twirl her hair like they do in movies, someone who can't stop talking about subjects you know damn well you don't care about, a girl who has lines that just won't quit. You want eyes that have no emotions behind them, you want a head that's as hollow as the bottles you've been downing all night, predictability. But I can't do anything like that, I can look into your eyes long enough to make you feel like I'm burning a hole in you, but really I'm just leaving my mark, I can recall endless amounts of information, I can move in my own way. I second guess myself, I'm the awkward girl that you want to be your very best friend. I the same age as your sister, you remind me of someone I used to love, I love you as my friend, my very best friend. There's always an excuse. I got this problem that never sleeps. Truth is if we'd met 5 years ago I'd probably be the object of your affection, go figure.