no i don't make sense i'm most always tense and my heart has dents but why should that stop us? my theories are juvenile my thoughts are in a pile and my worries go on for a while but you won't notice. i don't have much i can screw up everything i touch and my morals sometimes wind up in a bunch but i won't stop being in love with you. no i'm not pretty my days are most always shitty and i have too much pity but my soul is open to you.