"will you call my name or will you walk on by...."

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  "there isn't a lot of time left..." it's always our song until it comes on in the bar while you're exchanging glances and numbers with someone else. the past week i've been able to pull my face from the floor and look forward to time with you. when was the last time you held someone's hand and looked over every detail and scar, every mark and etched it into your mind? sometimes you get sick of this place- the same boring people and the same boring lines. i want a ridiculous house full of people i'd never really live with to update about. but not really- just a house with me and you. sometimes i think i was born to not fit in, to be the exception. the stares are for a different reason from everyone in the room. at any rate- i have never been so excited to get out of the country, not just to go to the bape store (for serious, i am going to come back with a suitcase full of it- if i can afford to haha) but to get away from insane accusations. i am a nice guy but i have my limits- you know them all cause you've pushed me to them. backspacing is the way to bite your tongue online. only me and the screen know how you really are. there's always two sides to the story and two sides to a page but you can only read one at a time. have another cigarette while you skim past mine.