february
adelia wood
My therapist told me it was all in my head
Like it usually is
But this time I can say with confidence
That I'm certain you hate me in secret
And this time last year I swore
I'd never let it happen again
But February smells like tears and insincerity
Every goddamn time
I think that I'm the most naive person
That I've ever met
And I think that you are
The most inmature person
To claim the moral high ground yet
But maybe after all these years
I should analyze the gcf
And I've been waiting my whole life
For relationship that lasts
Am I ever not wasting my time?
I get in my head
I get in my head
I get in my head
I get in my head
I should've know
That these feelings weren't permanent
And I should've know
That you weren't different
I should've thought
Of all the possible endings
Before I jumped in with my eyes closed
And my mouth open
But I get in my head
I get in my head
I get in my head
I get in my head
I get in my head
I get in my head
But it's all in my head