'Cuz I Would be Free When You Wanted Me, if You Wanted Me.

and there it is, the moment where the shining knight turns into yet another awkward, insecure boy. it always happens, and i'm starting to think it's something insufficient in my brain, not their's. there's a point, it's somewhere between 2 and 3 months where suddenly the boy clings, something like a magnet onto my being. there's another point, also in the time frame, where i become oil quickly repulsed by the water i'm trying to be mixed with. it's not that i can't love you, i probably could, it's that i don't. and it's not that i enjoy doing this, it's that it happens every time. and i know that when it's right, it won't happen... or maybe i'm just trying to convince myself that's the case.