her and you and him and that.. its been awhile. remember me? i used to live here. i used to alot of things. its not the same computer and this isnt the same room but half the time im thinking the same damn thoughts still even though i know better.or think i know better.. or talk in some tone that at least makes me appear to know. anything. the hour drive home at midnight kills me. i cry at least once every two days usually over this one old song thats on every night that must be triggered by the greyhound i drive by at that exact same moment every night. but wheres the resolve? when does the bus stop coming? maybe its reconnection. maybe its the letting go. i dont know. theres this whole cycle of thoughts that runs its course starting with him then him.. then him and her and her and .. let it fucking go. but what if? what if? its a what if for him and him and her and then. so many things about then. but theres more then one then too. and this girl said these things to me that were so out there they had to be more then this. dreams dont lie they just distort. the truth is there somewhere. im here somewhere. maybe im back. but im not into making promises. but theres this. and im here. if youre remembering too. xo |