I miss you...
Not romantically though,
I just miss you...
'cause you always get me through.
I miss your face,
Especially your weirdness.
I miss when you take me to space,
Just you and I in the darkness.
You will call me a freak,
And I will call you the same.
'cause we both are sick,
And we both are lame.
We would talk, and talk,
Until we discontinue.
But then I will knock, and knock,
And we will continue.
Then came the day,
Where the conversation ended.
I felt dismay,
'Cause I thought our story was open-ended;
Dec 25, 2017
Dec 25, 2017 at 1:37 AM UTC
I miss you...
Not romantically though,
I just miss you...
'cause you always get me through.
I miss your face,
Especially your weirdness.
I miss when you take me to space,
Just you and I in the darkness.
You will call me a freak,
And I will call you the same.
'cause we both are sick,
And we both are lame.
We would talk, and talk,
Until we discontinue.
But then I will knock, and knock,
And we will continue.
Then came the day,
Where the conversation ended.
I felt dismay,
'Cause I thought our story was open-ended;
so i met this girl... we have the same taste in music, we both like rock. we also think that we are both outcast. it's titled tiffany blews because it is a song fall out boy made and i used to compare her to the song
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