je suis triste parce que tu n'est pas ici avec moi.
if i had other words for all this i'd shout them out against the sky and hope they'd resound over and above your sleepy head maybe you'll hear my voice through a dream you should really read that thing already it's been waiting two and half years don't wait until it means nothing anymore it will always mean something to me sure i scraped the blood from under my fingernails that collected there when i scratched at my heart to find all those words and punched them down on my keyboard birthdays are sad could i hate you could i could i could i