You'd think with the last post.
Maybe, I'd have more figured out.
The best I can say is I've been drunker than usual.
I miss being close, it's not even mine to miss, but I miss it.
When you know something, isn't going to work.
But you try anyways.
The surroundings, the laughter, the good times, the....
Apologizing to make someone happy, to be OK.
If you do it for the wrong intentions, then what?
I want things, things I can't have.
I'm trying my best, to do what's wanted.
To do what will make things OK, even if it's not what I feel.
I drink more to make it OK for me.
Things are said, that should be OK.
But it cuts me more than it should.
Things I should have a comeback for, and usually I would.
I want to be friends, but I'm so afraid of what I'll miss if that happens.
I'm too... young, immature, not ready.
Or maybe I have it figured out, but it's not enough.
I never understand people who can just forget.
How can they do that?

I like this song, I'm going to cut some stuff though.

You're a part time lover and a full time friend
The monkey on you're back is the latest trend
I don't see what anyone can see, in anyone else
But you

I kiss you on the brain in the shadow of a train
I kiss you all starry eyed, my body's swinging from side to side
I don't see what anyone can see, in anyone else
But you

Here is the church and here is the steeple
We sure are cute for two ugly people
I don't see what anyone can see, in anyone else
But you

You are always trying to keep it real
I'm in love with how you feel
I don't see what anyone can see, in anyone else
But you

We both have shiny happy fits of rage
You want more fans, I want more stage
I don't see what anyone can see, in anyone else
But you

Don Quixote was a steel driving man
My name is Adam I'm your biggest fan
I don't see what anyone can see, in anyone else
But you

Moldy Peaches.
They had it figured out.
I'm hammered by the way.