I’ve been here before and it’s more and more depressing each time around, I wish I could cut my loss and walk away. Tears are running down your face and it seems like days since I’ve been ok. I just can’t help feeling defeated all of the time. You’re all dressed up again and heading out. But the things that really count here, you just can’t count. But I’m still trying. Lying in the rain, I sing a small refrain just to myself because I’ve got no one else. I’m not back home for a week and am trying not to text you at the show I’m at. I hate all of these bands and miss all of my friends. Do you ever feel you peak and are at your most epithetic on your weakest weeks? I’m still shut down. “I don’t believe in modern love” So when you say “don’t call me again” does that affect what you said about not wanting to stop being friends? I guess we’re both dead ends and I can’t feel the same way. Our lives cross so rarely. I can’t feel the way I did back then.
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