Yeah. I know how he feels now. Which is better than wondering. But it's whatever. He was nice in person at least. So I mean, yeah. I just had to see one last time ya know? I'm still completely in love with him. And I know things aren't gonna change. But I tried. And at least he knows how I feel too. Even if he doesn't give two *****.
**** your big brown eyes **** your paintings **** your music **** your kisses **** your girlfriend **** LSD **** your jeep **** the fact that you led me the **** on once again and kissed me. **** me for letting it happen.
**** this connection I want to be alone Get out of my head This mind isn't your home I'm wide awake, and you probably are too. You're thinking of me, I'm thinking of you. What happens when we stop thinking together? Will I finally feel okay?
Nothing helps. I've tried it all. I've tried the drugs. I've tried the whiskey. But it still always hits me. And if I feel this way for the rest of my life, I don't know what I'll do. I'm ******* connected to you.