will the right words ever find us?
happy hours over, the last call was hours ago. this is probably going to be another late night, which i really dont mind, since i can sleep till the afternoon, i just wish i had a reason to be up. if you were here, i'd never have to worry about that. we would never have to hold back. you never need to figure out what to do when you are dead. (this is either a sleep deprived, or an over slept entry, i cant tell)
I can speak when I want to
employ my voice til it burns
Through the core of my own throat
speak until the demands gone
You should be downstairs with them
Your wasting your time again
Listen I'm fine now
I don't want to talk right now
Thank you for your concern
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