nobody bothered to check if my car was even in the driveway. its something you half expect kinda like crying on your birthday. all we do is talk. dont you think its kinda weird? people say its nice but i dont really like it here. i could break my phone into a million little pieces so that nobody would know how i spend my time on the weekends. bullshit excuse, thats how i really know its you. copping out thats fine. i never really wanted to.
dont waste my time or ill waste you. i dont know what you thought this was but im not giving rides home to your friends. i could speak my mind or I could just hold it all in. i dont wanna hold my tongue. you just hold me down.