And it's true I hurt too

I'm sick of opening up and getting torn apart. I wanna stop but I can't.

I wish I could I could have quit you, I wish I never missed you

Obsessed with the thought of you, the pain just grew and grew

I used to be love struck, now I'm just fucked up

I Wish

I wish I was little bit taller,
I wish I was a baller
I wish I had a girl who looked good I would call her
I wish I had a rabbit in a hat with a bat and a '64 Impala

It was a beautiful day.

I had a date Friday night. Not a real date, but it felt kinda like one. She's a friend of a friend, and lives less than a block from my condo.


Somebody slap me across the side of the head before I get too hopeful, like always.