i never liked the number six until you came along. with your ****** minivan full of empty energy and 9:30 “i’m here"s at a faded memory i told you that night i wanted to jump off a bridge i told you that i didn’t want to be alive anymore i told you things that i never thought would’ve come out if not already said i never liked the number six for some reason unknown it made me shake. but you opened up something in me that i can’t quite explain "if i need to, i will” if i need to get starbucks i will if i need to babble i will if i need to, if i need to, if i need to. and the car ride from that coffee shop seemed as if we were traveling at the speed of light. i didn’t want it to end i didn’t want my /life/ to end “if i need to, i will” i was never fond of the number six but i was always fond of you