Texty: Somehow Hollow. Busted Wings And Rusted Halos. A Lesson In Longing.

Why am I even here and why should you even care, the way I felt today. If I had a quarter for every time I heard you say. Looking forward to seeing you to seeing you. I heard you were leaving and I heard you were never coming back and now I can't relax. If I had a quarter for every time I heard your name this feeling's not the same. Looking forward to seeing you to seeing you