Oh, Buff, Buff. Wherefore art thou not here?
This song remeinds me of Mark. One of the last things we did together was see RENT with his cousin Jonathan. He wanted to meet the cast so he could run away with them. We had pretty much compromised on making it a goal to get his ass dancing and singing again and auditioning in big cities. Maybe if I let him try to run away he would be out there instead of out there.
I miss my Buff. I miss how he used to just cut right down to the soul of things, whether it hurt or not. I miss my guaranteed date. And one that held up his end of the conversation and was pleasant to look at. That's a hard combination. If only I were gay. And a man. I miss "haaaaaaaaaaa".
What do you you miss?
I miss my Buff. I miss how he used to just cut right down to the soul of things, whether it hurt or not. I miss my guaranteed date. And one that held up his end of the conversation and was pleasant to look at. That's a hard combination. If only I were gay. And a man. I miss "haaaaaaaaaaa".
What do you you miss?