| pretty i bawled my eyes out yesterday and i can't do that anymore i'm writing to you in this book you bought me i haven't shown you all the pain it's brought me and i've been losing too much sleep and i'm counting on you instead of sheep so hey let's save all our kisses in a firefly jar we've been stabbing each other in the back so much that it no longer seems violent and truth be told i don't mind it who is here with me at the end of the day? may old acquaintences be forgotten? |