Wait.

The seconds ticking sound like water dripping and I'm pretty sure I'll drown before I see you again.

Happy Tuesday.

Looking at pictures of you late into the night just made it more apparent that you weren't there. So I shut my laptop, turned off my phone, and went to the bar.

At the bar I stared into my drink. It told me that we were both libras, so I drank it to shut it up and went for a walk.

On my walk every window wanted to take my picture naked. I told them that privilege was reserved for you (unless they had $50 an hour), and I put up my hood.

Inside my hood I felt warm, safe, and comforted, which led me to reminisce about you.

Tuesday sucks.

I finally stopped moaning and thought of some lyrics.

Think you know me just a little too well,
you don't have to ask when you can already tell,
something ain't quite right,
if the wind blows, will I see you tonight?

I can see it in your face,
when you tell me, you might end up at my place,
the winds will blow you where they may,
and I can't go with you, but I can't stand to stay.

So I'll write another verse for you,
hoping you still feel the way that I do,
I gotta know whats going on,
when these times apart, well they always feel too long.

And I can see it in your face,
when you tell me, you might end up at my place,
the winds will blow you where they may,
and I can't go with you, but I can't stand to stay.

You make it so hard to say goodbye,
like you'd do anything, just to see me cry,
so I hold my breath as I walk away,
and when I turn around, I still see you wave.

I don't know if things will change,
but I don't wanna go on, living life this way,
so I'll tell you from the start,
there may be others, but you're the one who has my heart.

Baby, you're the one who has my heart.



On a side note, Rob told me that he noticed that I've been losing weight today. Tight.