my notebook is dry, i seem to cross out all my lines

[coffeefriend]

the forecast - "lost at sea"

Comments

[mdfourtanth]

Say you miss me, baby. Say we're not lost, and I'll come running. I'll see you in the fall.

[coffeefriend]

i'm sorry we broke and i was the bastard who did not call,
too many hoops and no where to fall

[mdfourtanth]

cross out all my lines and say goodnight.