I’m happy to admit that maybe I am a little depressed ‘cause I’m missing you to death.
Today, while at the mall I saw someone who looked EXACTLY like Jesse Lacey and I didn’t know what to do but sadly I got a better view of the person and it wasn’t Jesse Lacey and I got sad.
I am still upset about this.
I think I have really good taste in music.
What they call love is a risk,
‘Cause you always get hit out of nowhere,
By some wave and end up on your own.
Is there seriously a tag called, Jesus Lacey?
I’m here for you to use, broken and bruised, do you understand?