i don't know what it is about me that people find so temporary. And by people i mean boyfriends. I'm like a disposable razor. Or 35mm film that you use up so quick but it ends up in your desk drawer for 3 years and you kind of forget about it all together. They always come back. Temporarily. And i usually say no. Because history repeats itself. And to be honest... i still cant get over that girl you left me for. Really, what were you thinking? Yet i'm the one you always come back to. Temporarily. And you'd think that all that wasted energy would be better put to use just staying put. Because you know you'll be back. Temporarily. And all i'm trying to figure out is if you're ever going to quit it. If anyones willing to stay a while. And i think if i found that i'd be happy... Unfortunately only temporarily.