What do you really think about me?
i'd love to know.
hit me with it.
i found out that my mum is going to die in seven years or less.
big c got her again.
and you wonder why i drink so much.
I miss the US.
I miss us.
I miss you.
you wrote about me.
i loved it.
yes i hear the songs the same way.
just like the first time they where played.
my head feels a bit confused.
i really wish we could cuddle.
and stay up all night and talk.
i doubt ill ever sleep on that blow up bed.
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