All These Little Things

“I left you but now it’s late and I miss you. You’re not mine, but when you call me baby I feel like I can’t breathe. I want you here beside me, but I can’t call now because I told you I let you go. I’m trying to be okay, but the rum is making it hard to see. The burn in my throat is keeping me from saying the words out loud that I know I shouldn’t say. When I’m laying in bed and I roll to my right I wish you were there, but al I feel is cold, emptiness. I left you, but now it’s late and alcohol is running through me, and I miss you. God I miss you.”

“There are words we said drunk that I need to hear sober.”

when you start to have a quarter life crisis

“There are words we said drunk that I need to hear sober.”

We (men) are not fucking sharks!