this isn't easy!
sometimes the world is cruel and strange
i can't even begin to say
for today i'll let myself throw this selfish fucking pity party
but from tomorrow on it's all business, i promise
laying there, fast asleep
i fold my hands and grit my teeth.
waiting here, across your street,
confidence creeps on me.
like a ghost dressed in summer clothes,
takes my hands, drags me down on you.
play your part, across the ground,
spread it out, and strip it down
'til i have just what i want
and nothing else,
to crowd around me.
i started off without a plan,
so i'll draw one now,
just by hand.
stress is a weird thing
like how
i stopped biting my finger nails
but my stomach hurts all the time and i can't sleep right
and you won't return my anything,
when i really need you,
and you know it.
sometimes wonder how this all came to be in the first place
i think 24 days is a very short time - i think i remember this being true from the last times i've counted down the days - when i went home for xmas and then when he came to see me in april
i am trying my best to be patient but every word to my ear tells me of all the exciting and wonderful things
i can't wait to get out of here, darling
MAYBE YOU'RE RIGHT
it means
'i miss your voice'
it also means
'answer me'
