The way you drive briefly meeting god I want to hide in this movie theater for the rest of all time let’s make a ranking system and abandon it

/ play catch up / play tag /

If I listen to my mind it speaks, but most of the time I’m listening to the memory of somebody else to feel less alone. Somehow, you make it into my mind. I miss you, even when I’m with you I miss you.

I wondered all night why a hot dog would be better than pizza. They’re both good. The bread on a hot dog could be worse. Maybe she started to remember what a cruise was. Maybe I could join her. 

I’m so upset with you. Why do you think it’s okay to treat anyone like that? Why do I have to keep being so vague? I’m on the precipice of this street, the end of my block. It’s too much now. 

I love you, but I don’t feel like I should. I’m sorry.

I know that we share the same pain, I understand why you are the way that you are. I can’t help but think that things could be better. But you look good, and I’m happy to see you happier.

A car bomb strikes twice, I like the way you smile on weekends. Can we fix this? Are we okay? I’m already in my pajamas, waiting for you to come back to bed to tell me you can see the memories I coughed up this morning. What does the end look like? A car bomb strikes twice.