a drift from the past

[yoman]

listening to old songs, chillin in the car, just sleeping... all bring thoughts of the past. the days all blur together now. time can only be determined by the class that i should be at, instead i sleep and think. i tried to talk, but only got a machine. so i played an old song of ours. still nothing but silence. the future looks dim for a replacement. i survive on less when it should be more than equal too or greater than the product of our disaster. why cruel life will you dissapoint and not provide. i watch konstantine walk down them stairs as shes standing in her underware, i was thinking she looks good. it hurts me thinking i really wish it was someone else. konfusion is my oura, all the hell that ive been through is in the back of my head pounding at the door waiting for an answer. "this is to a girl who got into my head with all the pretty things she did, hey, you know
you keep me up in bed, this is to a girl who got into my head, with all the fucked up things i did, hey, maybe, baby, you could keep me up in bed, my konstantine, spin around me like a dream we played out on this movie screen, and i said did you know i missed you?

Oh god i miss you