At the Bottem of Everything

on the buss i could swear it was all a dream, it didn't happen to me.

How do i know.
How do i guess, why do i want this bad information. somehow i think I'm looking to you to be unhappy with me, but the full truth is don't know how i feel. or what i want.

i wish you'd answer me and understand.

depressing and lame, fucking great