I actually havent written you in a while.
I found the song you like.
You know the one i fell in love with in your car.
It keeps me company.
Especially late at night, when i really listen. And think of you.
I\'m looking for a song to replace it, but reach only dead ends.
I miss you, even before goodbye, and i miss, missing you the mornign after.
I could have accepted this change. I could have grown from where i was, but i was uprooted.
Your smell is gone off my pillows, and im left sleepless.
You\'ve left a gaping wound. Your words blew rigth through me. Do you have a license for that gun?
I know almost every word to your song. Like every crease on your face and freckle on your shoulder.
I miss writing you. You know, the way two hearts can write letters, without pen or paper. i miss that
Im left with this wicked open wound
Left to bleed
I left you now i\'m left without you
