I know you will, babyyyy, let's go.
Oh and I've never been good at putting my tears on ice, baby.
I want them now.
I want them fast.
I want them hard.
I want them rough.
I want them to HURT.
Just like everything else, including you and your smile.
Your words. Your laugh. You.
Can't we go back to the old days?
Please please please.
Sitting on the patio watching the lights across the fence and letting the wind freeze me through and through and only sitting out there so they couldn't hear me crying or see me smoking those stolen cigarettes and then you made me smile.
Standing by that railing, friends and family talking about the game of hide and seek we're playing. "Aly, are you coming? Aly, come on!" No, I'm not, his words are making me smile so hard.
"Last song, Aly." "Aww come on, the next one is good too." Sitting in the car and making her listen like it'll make her grin like I do on the way home and you know I ALWAYS got her to listen to one more song as you made me smile.
The best part of believe is the lie.
So relevant then, so relevant now.
You could, you so could.
Don't tell me your heart beats for me, that makes me want to rip it out and hold it close.
Fix me fix me fix me I'm a jigsaw puzzle baby, where's the last piece? Talk some sense into me, I dare you. Knock some sense into my head. Clean me up make me shine like new. Make me squeaky clean, I fucking daaaare you to try.
Oh you tell me not to worry but these puzzle pieces in my head.
They're so scrambled and only fourteen more days.
Until 01:01:08 as you put it and I'm excited.
Thirteen days until my birthday, six until Christmas, and...
I'm somehow so much more excited for the first.
Love you miss you, oh-so-tired. Xoxo.
