well shit.

i'm sorry i have the tact of a goat.

and i really rarely know what you're thinking,
unless you're asking me to play a certain song,
and you can't quite remember the words right
or more than a few notes and that it was acoustic.

and i hate myself sometimes,
so i figured you did too.
especially because you never told me why you wouldn't,
except that i was simply great.

and i'm a self-sabotaging asshole
who's ruined every relationship i've been in from the start.
because i dunno, i've got issues.

i am really sorry
i didn't think this through
or even try to talk it out,
because i was afraid of you
and crying
and getting a shrug for an answer.

i'm sorry.