once again i head back to an empty house but this time with your memories, memories of how you would call yourself stupid everytime you messed and how cute you get when you are drunk and not wanting to let go, how you're stupid and am clumsy but its something we could live with.... am not sure if memories are supposed to sound like this but i love the feeling i feel everytime i think about it even tho its more empty and quieter this time
i wish i could make you stay even for a day but then i would get greedy and want you to stay for another day each time.
blueyy#
