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truth is, i miss you.

all the time,every second, every minute, every hour, every day.
 

you're like a song on my ipod that i always skip but never delete.
 

doing nothing all day feels great, realizing you did nothing all day, not so great.
 

it's funny when people see me at the
supermarket, and they ask
"hey what are you doing here?"
and i'm just like
"Oh you know, hunting elephants."
 

here we go again, 
with your mixed signals
and my second thoughts

i like talking to you because
you make me happy.

plain and simple.
 

look left ------------------------------> you  f  a  i l ed.