December 2011
I want you to know it’s a little fucked up.
That I’m stuck here waiting, no longer debating.
Tired of sitting and hating and making these excuses.
For why you’re not around, and feeling so useless.
It seems one thing has been true all along.
You don’t really know what you’ve got til it’s gone.
I guess I’ve had it with you.
When you come back I won’t...
I hate it. Im over here, and you’re over there. And over there has no idea how lucky it is.
