catching up as the sun comes up.

[laurasaursrex]

What do you want from me. I've always tried to be there for you. Awkward glances span across distances left in the dust. now we're back at square one. i don't know what you are thinking but i do know what i know. i'm trying not to let this show. breaking away is easier when there's nothing left to do. sometimes its not me. its you. sick to death of blame and sorrys. sick of a life of useless boring conversation. the sensation of sadness fall down upon tables that stretch from the sky to the spaces between us. i just dont understand where this went wrong. but your cold and your bitter and resent whats not your own. am i wrong. i dont know. but i know what you mean when that look in your eyes is condescending.

i only try to be there.
i only try to care.

sometimes its not me. it's you.