This Is Why I'm Crazy

I'm crazy because I want you, and other girls think you're repulsive. I'm crazy because I think you're attractive, when people think you look weird, and scrawny. I'm crazy because I miss the way you'd ignore me. I miss the way you'd say I was stupid. I miss how you embarrassed me. I want people to stare at us walking together again. To be know as the fag's girlfriend. To be laughed at for loving you (because I'd take it gladly). I think your personality's endearing, not annoying. Or 'gay'. Or awkward. I'm crazy because I think it's great how you were in all the bands. I don't think it was tool-ish. Well, maybe a little. But I love how you loved music. I'm different because at the moment I loved you most of all, I was standing on stage. Because I love your face. When you're serious. Or concentrating. Or annoyed.