Don’t get ever get it it twisted You might be a quantifiable mess, you might buckle under pressure and self sabotage at the worst of times, there’s gonna be times I don’t understand the correlation between how you’re acting, and how I know you truly feel. But I don’t care. And you love this. Maybe even need. You’re the kind of crazy, that comes to get me…when I don’t need to be saved The weirdo that pushes a brown bag lunch in my hands when Im clearly full and couldn’t swallow a morsel…