This weekend:
'Should' is a very relative term.
Daylight savings time needs to go die. Cheating me out of an hour.
"Voila! In view, a humble vaudevillian veteran, cast vicariously as both victim and villain by the vicissitudes of Fate. This visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is the vestige of the vox populi, now vacant, vanished as the once vital voice of the verisimilitude now venerates what it once vilified. However, this valorous visitation of a bygone vexation stands vivified, and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin van-guarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition. The only verdict is vengeance, a vendetta, held as a votive, not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicatite the vigilant and the virtuous. Verily, this vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose vis-a-vis an introduction, and so it is my very good honor to meet you, and you may call me V."
"...Are you like a crazy person?"
I told you I'd have it down by the time I got home. Just had to look up that first line. kekeke.
This weekend was the best I've had in a very long time.
Was it wrong of me to feel
Every inch
Every mile
Every minute that parted us?
Was it wrong to feel so close, but
Know I was so far away?
Minutes
Hours
Miles
Day (only one)
I miss you already.
I know I shouldn't.
Save the memory, shun the reality
But I can't.
I can't ever forget
I can't ever stop wanting
Is it wrong?
I miss you.
Daylight savings time needs to go die. Cheating me out of an hour.
"Voila! In view, a humble vaudevillian veteran, cast vicariously as both victim and villain by the vicissitudes of Fate. This visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is the vestige of the vox populi, now vacant, vanished as the once vital voice of the verisimilitude now venerates what it once vilified. However, this valorous visitation of a bygone vexation stands vivified, and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin van-guarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition. The only verdict is vengeance, a vendetta, held as a votive, not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicatite the vigilant and the virtuous. Verily, this vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose vis-a-vis an introduction, and so it is my very good honor to meet you, and you may call me V."
"...Are you like a crazy person?"
I told you I'd have it down by the time I got home. Just had to look up that first line. kekeke.
This weekend was the best I've had in a very long time.
Was it wrong of me to feel
Every inch
Every mile
Every minute that parted us?
Was it wrong to feel so close, but
Know I was so far away?
Minutes
Hours
Miles
Day (only one)
I miss you already.
I know I shouldn't.
Save the memory, shun the reality
But I can't.
I can't ever forget
I can't ever stop wanting
Is it wrong?
I miss you.