Why do I go back to it I guess it's because I don't have anything to keep me PTC. Maybe my mother was right and you almost killed me but maybe you're the only proper noun I need. I don't think it matters. Nothing is going to happen. I'm kicking around my little life and missing having someone to pass it off to, see it kicked back at me, never in a straight line. All the strangers I've been playing with want to use their hands and take off down the street. Fouls fouls fouls. I don't think I should delude myself into thinking we had something good when we were always being so bad.
you're mostly what I think about.
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