I miss who I was sometimes. I miss my nose ring, my faith, my continuous laughter, my flaws being qualities, my love for other people, my freedom. sometimes I miss who I was, I miss writing, I miss reading, I miss.
put this in your wallet you said, and you ripped a dollar in half, I told you it was illegal and you shrugged just keep it in your wallet* how many times have I been over you, written a silly poem about leaving you, talked about letting go? well, talk about letting go, Chris, I can't take it out.