the highway goes west.

i curse a lot. i curse you.

i speak often. i speak of you.

i cry too much. i cry about you.

i am longing. i long for you.

i waste my days. i wait for you.

i am pathetic. i look pathetically distressed.

i wish too much. i wish it came true.

i wish it wasn't true.

i swear loads. i swore it was you.

i get desperate. only for you.

i get fucked over and can't shut off my thoughts.

i write down every lyric that sounds like you.

i become a mess that you don't want to clean up.

enough is enough, but enough isn't fair.

my hands are cold and i'm tired of rambling madness, nothingness. get some sleep tonight, catch up for the lost hour, and stop thinking.