Babe im not grabbin ur boob im grabbin ur heart
thats my right boob tho
Reading our old conversations cracks me up and rips my god damn heart out at the same time. I have this message that you left me.. just you singing Clairvoyant into my voicemail for a minute and twenty one seconds. I replay that 1:21 all the time. You were golden and she stole your from the world and I hate her for it. I fucking hate her. How screwed up is it that my only hope of contact with you is the off chance you come by my blog. I thought I was done being sad because of you and I didn’t care anymore, but the tears coming down my face for the last minute and twenty one seconds say otherwise. Fuck you.