There's someone who understands you more than I do.

[jobessobicoba]

I didn't want to talk to her. To feel that false sense of security again. To be lulled back in. It was awkward, different, we both knew there was something the other wasn't saying. I just wanted to call, and leave a message. Tell her happy birthday. Score some points but not have to hear her voice, or pretend to be happy, or make plans. I can't see her, I can't look at her. I don't know what I'll say. What will happen. Words don't come out like they're supposed to when I'm around her. They're toned down, conservative, cautious, making sure I don't hurt her. They don't mean what I want them to mean. They don't convey the true intention. They show trust, concern, ignorance. Not anger, or disappointment.

Soon the songs give way, and cancel out the day