I'm not sorry I met you.
When I get my phone back on, I will ask you to hangout this weekend.
I hope you say no for no good can come from this.
But sometimes I miss you so much I don't know what to do with myself.
And no matter how many people say they are, no one's able to listen.
Blech.
Will someone just lay with me far away from everyone and everything and watch the clouds pass, please?