Tonight, nothing is the way it's supposed to be. One last latenight sitting on concrete covered in the show's heat. Sometimes, mostly in times like these, I don't understand breathing when there's no air for lungs to catch. If the band could have started I could've darted to the back covered in guilt, but what's the use with the way your friend's sell me out and perceed with the death ray stares? Like you care, I thought you couldn't care. But words fall to the pits og my stomach and no nerves to hold up my spine in my back. I fall through the floor with regrets and it's ok- times like these I think I'm better off dead. For your sake or mine, It wouldn't matter- I lost the battle. I have no extra cool smooth front to wear- only wished you'd kick me in the head- it's only fair. I can't move, my bodies numb to this street curb. You'll cry, god you cry, tell me to fuck off. I never saw you cry, but I'm great at first times. I never returned your calls the last week, I never returned things you said to me trying always to catch my eye. What does this make this time around? Asshole.Your so harsh this time, I guess it's time I admit I don't have much to say. It's this hazy memory I don't recall. Maybe it was more then I thought. If your tongue was spiked I'd have holes ripped through me. So I wish I hadn't spent an hour explaining what you alredy knew- I used you. Just one way I thought I could forget the one who broke my heart. But summertimes go and the fall comes, breaking and putting me back into place. I'm sorry for everything I put you through, I was so unnecessary.