Also, my standards are way to high, and all of the men who meet them already have boyfriends.
I feel that,
and right now I’m willing to avoid all things that make my heart beat faster.
‘Cause I can’t do it.
I’ll worry too much, baby.
But man, this is getting hard.
My heart is about to burst right out of my chest.
My bones, my muscles, and my skin is anxious.