Hours pass and I still count the minutes that I am not there.

[kacimarie]

songs from the road:

`this is my mixed tape for her. it's like i wrote every note with my own fingers`

the mixed tape - jack's mannequin
you will. you? will. you? will. you? will. - bright eyes
today i saw your face - angle
stellar - incubus
cool - gwen stefani
she paints me blue - something corporate
bowl of oranges - bright eyes
back to you - john mayer
wonderwall - oasis
the calendar hung itself - bright eyes
standard lines - dashboard confessional
did you, did you, did you? - angle
bruised - jack's mannequin

now i'm back to laying in bed worrying