I think you’re terrible
I think you’re wonderful
I think you left me behind
I think you’ve lost it
I think you have it
I think I don’t stand a chance
I think you’re handsome
I think you’re ugly
I think all these things--so what about you?
I think I’m lost
I think I’m okay
I think I don’t know what to do
I think I’m straight
I think I’m gay
I think I’m nothing but asexual, I suppose
I think I’m sad
I think I’m happy
But really, I know not what content is
I think I’m here
I think I’m there
I think at this point I’m starting to sound like Dr. Seuss


