Maybe we, why don't we..
You know..
You never really know how much you miss a person..
until they don't talk to you anymore.
Then you realize you deserve it because you are pretty much an ass.
Even if you do just want to talk to them to hear them raise their voice like they did oh so often..
or talk about music.
haha or get caught by the police.
good times.
sit right here for half an hour..
1 comments:
I'm sorry! I wasn't blowing you off last night, I got a phone call and it turned out a lot longer then I expected, and I forgot that my computer was still signed in.
You're not an ass, not an any way, I've never thought it, I've never said it. I did a lot of thinking last weekend, and I came to the conclusion that I'm a jerk, and I would like to talk with you about that. I miss you too!
I should be on tonight, hopefully I'll get to talk with you then.
We'll speak of what, a waste I am, and how we missed your beat again. Somewhere we need to find some comfort in this run down place, to bridge the gap of this conscious state that we live...
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