I told myself I wouldn't care anymore,
and I don't, I swear,
Except this late night anxiety brings up the page,
And before I even know what's happening,
my heartbeat speeding up at the green dot beside your name.
But I really don't care, I promise,
So I let the anxiety turn to guilt
and my eyes turn to the list I've pulled into my spiderweb,
Innocent or guilty, they all leave their mark,
Though I'm the guiltiest of all and it's eating me alive.