do i know anything about you?
i mean,
i know your favorite color, your favorite food.
what makes you laugh, what makes you embarrassed.
what makes you mad, what makes you nervous.
but really. what does that actually do for me in life?
absolutely nothing.
well, i could draw you a picture, make you something,
make you laugh and keep you from being embarrassed.
i could make you never angry with me,
and i could make sure i dont make you nervous.
i don't know what that does.
i don't know what makes you, you.
i've asked but you said no.
that's fine, but i wish you'd at least say something.
when it comes down to it,
i really think we are strangers.
close friends, that are really strangers.