i wrote this song a year ago
It sounds like this but only slow
And though my pitch and voice have changed
The things i think theyre exact same

Then i would stay up day and night
To see how dead id feel alive
though i dont do that shit no more
Feels good to give into sometimes.

I wrote this song a year ago
It sounds like this but only gooood
And i thought we would have more time
I thought that you had understood (when)

I said i still care about you and you said you dont really have to. And i said i still care about you and you said i never asked you to dude. And Sometimes when the anger comes, it never really seemed to leave. But now i break some strings and shout. To start to feel myself at ease. And sure i'll overlook over the past, now i can pull you in again. But is it cuz youve come around or is that cuz i have forgotten? dont go back man shit it crushed you the first time. What makes you think that now youll be different in her eyes? But time will tell just as your body will slow down. Hey so ill hang out if theres just nothing to do now. I can picture me getting real and you pulling back again. I picture me coming up with a story to try and fake out all my friends. I said i still care about you and you said you dont really have to. And i said i still care about you and you said i never asked you to dude. But who could forget? Your short skirts your jumpers and bracelets. Red like your temper. Im glad of where i ended up, that all my friends are still alive. And i know that callings pretty tough but feel free to talk to me sometime.


"Sample voicemail"​