The goodness that I once saw inside you keeps drifting farther away and I cannot grasp it. You're falling through my fingertips, I'm losing faith in what we have. I don't know what you're doing right or what I'm doing wrong but I can swear to you that I will not give up my chances to make you work in my life. You brought happiness to it once, you brought excitement to it as well and I'd like to think I did the same for you. Oh, how I wish we could talk like we once did with your "hello miss" and my "good night sir." But now it's like ripping nails from a piece of plywood except they're flattened into your hands forbidding you to type and send me a simple hello. That's all I ask for to help cure my insanity. I don't want to hover or mislead or make you feel obligated. I just want us to be us again; the fun-loving, carefree, get-caught-by-the-cops-making-out us we once were. Please do that for me.