with grey's season six loading in the background,
here i am with some time to burn.
or so to distract me from eating something,
i swear, a banana and a cinnamon bun makes me hungrier.

darn it,
i just seem to nurse a soft spot for em singers.

maybe this is a good sign,
not know what to do or what to say when you're around.
cos for now, i really dont know what to expect or know what to surmount.
i guess i might be thinking too much,
cos i see beginnings of paranoia and i dont like what i see.
but sanity stops me, and i know that i've to give you space.
because after all, you've seen it all and probably more.

but it scares me sometimes,
about how little do i know about you.
and to you, i'm just another toy?
faith babe, faith.

SIGH,
two options to choose.
do you want me to give you priority?

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