Day two

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In the studio theres history in the making or just history. Think of it as a little less the best of the worst and a little more what keeps you going. It's been a week since I last updated and funnily enough I almost typed weak. Outside the press are circling around like vultures ready to rip apart the first glance that lasts longer than two seconds, or the first moment our hands brush together. Love in a photograph never was that charming but at least it made their rent. Sometimes I just dont care anymore and this is one of those times. It will change within the hour. Falling asleep to the sound of you on the phone with him. Funny how rage will put you to sleep faster than anything else. I am our own worst enemy remembering every reason why I should stay away while missing the ones why I shouldnt. Break me down more until Im as miserable as you and Im left with pills and a reciept for love. Sometimes I think you hate it when I smile and you do all you can to make me lonely again just like you. Trading love for something compactable. Something manageable. You always liked the kisses best wet with tears and holding me after you made me cry. In the studio drowning my problems in melody. I want to wear a mood ring so neither of us are surprised anymore. A whispered plea and a forgotten promise, forget last night and me.