Happy Lacuna

I don't want to go out
The rain is pouring outside
You say it's only drizzling
And that you love the smell of petrichor

Well i dont! Why do we always have to do what you want?
I hate your damn pictures and the fact that you romanticize it all

I can see you with my flashlight
My friends and I will do whatever we want to

Christ, what are you?
I don't want you

Try to sound like a dolphin
And you'll see that I igonore you totally

Surprise, I got you
My eyes just fooled you
That special someone
Wont ever come around