Freaking song has been stuck in my head all day. I like hard rock and I get crappy 80's music. Ugh. Yesterday it was "Dirty Diana" and today it's whatever they call this one. I should just go lay down and not wake up, it's not like Reno's about to get me. He's MIA. Dunno where the hell he's gone to. Moron. Couldn't even tell me if he's going out or
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And 'sides, why should I come and get you. So you kept telling me, your a 'big girl' (or something). You can look after yourself, right?
But hey, if you were worried 'bout me, you coulda phoned, or something, y'know.
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Not what I meant, jerk.
I don't have your number, I don't even know if you have a cell. I just assume you do.
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What did you mean, then? 'pparently my skills at understanding women speak have deteriorated.
...So what did you do to try and find me, outta interest?
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I let your rot, I didn't look for you.
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