I suck.
No battle of the bands. That sucks.
Home by 8:30. That sucks.
Oh.
Read the fucking disclaimer. Thanks.
"I got the message long before you said you knew; there was no chance of us at all. With no velocity and empty-headed hard and far-to-long, I spent two years alone with you. Just when I thought I had forgotten, you came back soft without a sound.
You said we were an accident. With accidents you’ll never know what could have been. So we were an accident; you’ll always be my favorite one."
Listen to this man. He'll help.
Love Always,
Hessie