From the very first moment I saw you
I knew your were gonna talk to me
Not that day
But some day
Cause you needed to find yourself first

I kept meeting you at the same place
Once a fortnight as you know
And I noticed that every two weeks
Or maybe even every week
Your style changed a little
As you were finding your courage
And yourself

And then after few months had passed
I noticed you dressed all the same
As a month before
And I knew
This was you
And that was the moment

And you really came up to me
Said "Hey, was wondering if you could
recommend me a good book."
And I gave you that look
To let you know I know what you want
And than I said "Sure."
And passed you a book I just finished

It was a biography of Kurt Cobain
Bet you'd heard that name before
Guessed that from your style
All black everything
So basic
So common
Oh come on

But I have to admitt that I chose
The book totally at random
Didn't think of it for a second
Didn't care if you would like it
Bacause from the very first moment I saw you I knew
I was gonna give you a wrong number

...would probably never even give him my number to be honest but yeah, this guy keeps bothering me (to be correct talking to me, it's just me who don't want him to be a part of my life but I feel no need to tell him). Maybe the fact that I'm sad all the time actually makes me attractive or something because even cute boys talk to me randomly at streets, cafés, malls, anywhere. Sometimes I even tell myself not to rely on that guy with a palm tree tattoo on his arm (that by the way makes kinda good rhyme) and give those boys a chance, but I don't think I can. I hope I'm not crazy...
Love,
S.D.