Jim didn't understand it. He spent hours looking at u and still didn't understand how u went from being the person he complained about to his friends to being the one who can't stop smiling at.

He was looking at u several hours ago. It is assumed that today u would see each other, and each one would work on their own thing. But he was frustrated. Every verse he wrote was thinking of u.

when u asked him what was wrong, he shook his head.

"I'm thinking. Besides, you're messed up."