how did it end up like this?

She says she might just runaway somewhere else, some place good 

We can't wait 'til tomorrow 

You gotta know that this is real, baby why you wanna fight it? 

It's the one thing you can choose

if you got the money for me

I know I've been missing for a while. I think a lot of it has to do with me simply not wanting to think about my life or what I've been doing and if it's been the right step forward. The days have come easy - tamed adventures, rolling around in bed and our usual shenanigans. But what does any of it really mean? This perennial question hangs over my head. The weight of reality is something I can't escape from. The past few months have proven that this paranoia is simply something I have to live with because a) I'm so incredibly jaded that I question every single thing b) you don't seem like one to trust. Life. Or more aptly, bad decisions. I guess this means that taking shit slow is a good thing, but where exactly are we taking this? This concept of formalising relationships seems so trivial and yet so crucial. It's not so much the asking as it is the mutual agreement on the importance you play in each other's lives.. I guess. On one hand, if it ain't broke don't fix it. Yet on the other, I find myself indignantly questioning why it hasn't happened yet. In the corner, I lick my bruised ego and delve deeper into my paranoia. And then you call and well, it's not so bad. Bleagh, such unnecessary cliches for someone who has no feelings.


I'll find you somewhere,
show you just how much I care

Can you make it to the end of her?

how much does it mean to be together?