Driveways, drive aways

There is someone out there that could make me happy. I'm talking that giggling, cheesy smile, cherish every minute happy. Not just content happy. I know there are numerous guys that could make me happy. And me, I'm too naive to notice what's right in front of me. I'm too busy clinging onto the posibilities only avaliable in my head to even register what I am doing to myself. I pass them by because I am lost in my own world of false hope set off by a string of kind words and false terms of enderment. I'm like a junkie so strung out by the momentary high on the moment. I'm high off the imaginary connections I am forming. I'm addicted. I'm addicted to the high. I'm sorry.