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as for you
62 days, 2 hours, 6 minuts passed...
and i've thought of you at least once a day everyday thats passed
. .but maybe one day i won't think of you every day
. . .i wont be reminded of you in every little thing i see
. . . . the soundtrack playing on my computor
. . . . the daisies growing in the field i pass
. . . . the tequilla i down
. .and maybe one day i won't have 8,000 things i want to share with you
. . .maybe i won't feel the need to tell you that story
. . . . or about the guy i'm seing
. . . . or about test results that scare me
. .and one day i won't be angry at you every day
. . .i won't be hurt every day
. . . . confused everyday
maybe one day you'll talk to me again
and maybe by that day i won't feverishly hate you
and things will just be peachy again
. . .doubt it (i hope you are pregnant)
i don't know about texas yet, im sorry, i just need to see when i'm working then i'll know
tad, her name is Suzanne, and that isn't her niece, it was some random kid, sorry
jesse, im comin soon, katy jase, i'll see you there
jesse, plan: come monday round 3pm, leave wednesday roun 7pm... savvy? you can drive me from and to the airport?
guys, plan: i cannot do drugs and fly! like i told katy... i usually love flying and turbulance is fun, but when i do drugs and fly i start crying and shaking at the slightest sign of turbulence, last time i had a total breathe-in-the-bag type of freak out and the guy next to me was like, isn't your dad a pilot? don't you fly all the time? i was like yea, BUT NOT MESSED UP ON DRUGS!!! so... are we in agreement?
ok i have to do school work now.... later!
62 days, 2 hours, 6 minuts passed...
and i've thought of you at least once a day everyday thats passed
. .but maybe one day i won't think of you every day
. . .i wont be reminded of you in every little thing i see
. . . . the soundtrack playing on my computor
. . . . the daisies growing in the field i pass
. . . . the tequilla i down
. .and maybe one day i won't have 8,000 things i want to share with you
. . .maybe i won't feel the need to tell you that story
. . . . or about the guy i'm seing
. . . . or about test results that scare me
. .and one day i won't be angry at you every day
. . .i won't be hurt every day
. . . . confused everyday
maybe one day you'll talk to me again
and maybe by that day i won't feverishly hate you
and things will just be peachy again
. . .doubt it (i hope you are pregnant)
i don't know about texas yet, im sorry, i just need to see when i'm working then i'll know
tad, her name is Suzanne, and that isn't her niece, it was some random kid, sorry
jesse, im comin soon, katy jase, i'll see you there
jesse, plan: come monday round 3pm, leave wednesday roun 7pm... savvy? you can drive me from and to the airport?
guys, plan: i cannot do drugs and fly! like i told katy... i usually love flying and turbulance is fun, but when i do drugs and fly i start crying and shaking at the slightest sign of turbulence, last time i had a total breathe-in-the-bag type of freak out and the guy next to me was like, isn't your dad a pilot? don't you fly all the time? i was like yea, BUT NOT MESSED UP ON DRUGS!!! so... are we in agreement?
ok i have to do school work now.... later!