You can't find your phone so you can check your texts, maybe it's better,
cause you already got motivation to make poetry from a letter,
how can you walk away from something so,
when the truth is you have no where else to go,
why do you keep acting like you didn't want this choice?
babe we got a perfect game, lets not let it be Jim Joyced,
hard to remember a day before you when i was puzzled,
now i'm acting like Goldmember having a smoke and a cuddle,
insomnia is starting to take over, drink count? i'm saying three,
and there are all these past strangers constantly heying me,
in this little significant moment we can make our future right,
just take my hand when i offer and hold it tight,
not like the last big wave saying it won't hurt like the same,
i expected too much from her runs through out my brain,
if you want to dig thanks to facebook my past is open,
now with you all i'm doin is really just hopin.