nature, or karma, is kicking me in the head.
forming a fucking noose round my neck.
imissyoumorethanicouldsay.
my mind is the M62 in a thunderstorm.
your fog lights are broken. boys and girls fight monsters in closets with torches.
maybe we just have to grab the words and run with them.
(but i never could get it out, could i?)
tellhertellhertellhim
i still love you.
i never stopped.
sorry.
