The paper cuts Breed like the plague The piano keys are curt The tune is turning vague Life has jammed salt Right down my throat So I scrub my tar soul From the lyrics I wrote Every night.
But yeah, I've been alright.
"hey" um, hey. "so? what's been going on these past 2 weeks, 4 weeks, 2 months? why haven't you been speaking to us?" it's just our paths, you know? they never cross. i barely see you. "i see you all the time, but you're always talking to other people." i could say the same for you "touche." ... "so what's been happening?" i stopped talking to 2 of my friends. "ha." you? "nothing much really. nothings been going on. well, there was something, but i cant remember so it probably doesnt matter." let's make up for it. meet up? "yeah." maybe we needed this. "what are you suggesting?" too much of a good thing is too much, right? "yeah. like *******."
and then we laughed. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I never once said I was sorry, which is a new one. But i am. I miss you guys so much.