Spilling Jack on the grass behind your back, You’re too blinded to notice because you think that I’m in love. I’m a horrible person. I gaze right past you while you gaze right at me while asking if I love you. I’m a horrible person. You hold my hand and your smile widens, yet I feel nothing. I’m a horrible person. We were at the dance and you stared at me while I stared at him. I’m a horrible person. You love me. He loves me. I love him. He’s with her. I’m with you. I’m a horrible person and yet I’m the love of your life.