Text: Lifetime. Somewhere In The Swamps Of Jersey. Young, Loud, And Scotty.

Is it silly to think that this will never happen again? but of course i'll call you tonight did you know you missed my birthday? the loneliest it gets is when the wind begins to chill and when i stand the top of your old street the church top brings a stillness to me and i can't think of anything i'd rather do then have my heart broken by you. could we be saved by inventions and hopes 'cuz i'm not alright the night seems to swallow me whole and spits out second guessing i remember ever since that first day i saw you on the street i've always wanted you in the worst way but now i can't compete and i'm so, and you're so, we're both so fucked up. isn't it about time that we try and get it right i can't sleep on no more floors and i can't stay up no more nights i'd like to know what's going on could you please pick up the phone i started a million letters to you but i couldn't finish any of them...