bad day.

happy birthday. if you even care.


I can hear you screaming my name,
I'm already through the door.
I'm down the street
passed the old coffee shop
Where we would always meet.
Sitting close at a double table,
the one by the window with the beautiful view.

"Why do you do this to me? Why do you do this, so easily? You make it hard to smile because you make it hard to breath. The days aren't easy like they used to be."

your voice is just enough to keep me company.

"doesn't that sound familiar, doesn't that hit so close to home? doesn't that make you shiver, the way things could have gone. doesn't that feel pecialure, when everyone wants a little more?"

I guess this is growing up.