here i go, scream my lungs out and try to get to you...

I have a lot to say but its not going to come out right yet so until then.....

Well I thought that we could sit around and, talk for hours
about things I couldn't say to you
and things that we could never do and,
This conversation has had no face
when the words take days you can re-write and erase anything

you know my heart (so tell me all thats needed, cause i don't really want this)
knows all this

and I'll borrow words from all my favorite paragraphs
to write about all of these faded things
we hope would mean the most to me
and each line is sent i have found a new pages of hope
for the days when i fell like I've lost everything

But, I'll be ok (Is that what you want me to say) It's called breakup Cause it's broken

but under your covers more torture than pleasure

good torture that is but i can't help it. its on my mind daily and its all i can think about sometimes. i guess just because its just been lately but whatev. i know that might make me an awful person but its a habit that I apparantly can't break no matter how hard i try. this summer will help fix this problem but until then its just there staring me in the face with its cocky smirk and tempting eyes. ah, it won't leave my mind!


"I know that to go on, I'll break you, my habit."