2.with the exception of Jessica... noone ever asks me to do anything. if i see people, it's my doing. I invite other people to do things all the time. people rarely bring drinks to my house nor offer me drinks at their houses. why won't anyone return the sweetness to me please.
old photos only meant for me of times that simply cease to be ignite vague memories cover me in veiled familiarity i long to touch the feelings my younger untouched being but i do not dare i refuse to return to there. still at times I long to advise my brace faced, frizzied, salty side.
Hi cousin carrie up in beantown i only met you once your living your dream and i've got a hunch you'll get the next big gig you'll show em all you'll make it big hi cousin carrie i'm writing you to say it's cruel distance that's kept us apart stole quick chats over coffee and long breaths of heart.
the band sang that you would be my life i would be your wife and they blew out my speakers my knees could not have felt weaker i thanked god for my chair when i saw you there on one knee saying 'will you marry me?'