you wonder what i'm thinking
or do you really
am i just an obstacle you like to crawl around
---and over most of the time?
you get enjoyment out of my confusion
and you love to watch me melt with questions.
Does it turn you on
---to watch me ponder and make excuses for your awkwardness?
you forget sometimes that you were the one who found me
or do you just deny
am i just the girl who was there at the time
---who invited you in to trash the place?