I'm sitting, re-reading an article online titled Reasons Not To Hurt Yourself but I'm still waiting by the phone to hear you say you loved me or even say you cared. I've been laying in my bed praying to god to keep you out of my mind so if I cross yours please write down the times so I can know the times when I was eating you alive.
God, I miss you. I wish I still crossed your mind. My guitar got to uni today and I can't even look at it without seeing you.