Just Disappear

They don’t even know what it is to be a fan. You know, to truly love some silly little piece of music, or some band, so much that it hurts.

WHAT KIND OF DOG ARE YOU.

All my wishes just came true.

You’re just trying to read, but I’m always standing in your light. You’re just trying to sleep, but I always wake you up to apologize.

I’m sorry I don’t laugh at the right times.

I know how it seems when I always sing to myself in public. I babble on like a madman. I know how it seems when I’m always staring off into nothing. I’m lost in my head again.

I’m sorry I don’t laugh at the right times. Is this what it feels like?

I’ve got my heart strung up a clothing line through tenement windows in mid-July. I’ve got my heart strung up a clothing line through tenement windows.