Beginning to feel like myself again and all it took was buying a plane ticket to the other side of the continent.
Whatever you say, say something sweet ‘cause all I taste is blood between my teeth.
Missing you isnt the problem, it’s wondering if you’ll ever come back that’s killing me.
Resisting today. Pushing it completely out.
I have to let this go or it will kill me.
I just want to be back to normal.
Please tell him that I miss our little talks.
