I don't know what this is. We're not friends but
we are. I'm comfortable around you but I'm not. I can
tell you anything but not everything. I don't know what this
is, I don't know when to draw the line or cross it. Stuck
between this uneasiness and restraint. I don't know how to
describe it. It's like we're close, both looking in. A
glass wall separates us, you wish I would break it. The wall only
allows me to look in and see you. But it becomes opaque when you
try to glance over at me. I never liked us like this. We need
more distractions.