"Don't apologize. I hope you choke and die" How come everytime it's supposed to be over it gets started up again? Every time I can say it's safe to move on and that everything's gonna be alright, someone intrududes my phylosophy and thoughts. I miss the late night drives alone in your car and laying naked under the stars. Sometimes first times are the hardest to forget and now I'm left with so much regret... Forget regret. Reverse phsychology is failing miserably so when I say I hate you, know that it means I love you. Best friends means friends forever and when they're gone the hour glass is supposed to run out of sand, but there you are, flipping it over. Three million questions run through my mind like how could you open up the black curtains and give my heart just a little bit of ecstacy... For one brief moment it flashed in my mind: I'll love you, until the end of time. Then head over heart is the safest way, so I'm leaving with my bags and taking the next bus out. Follow me cause the pot of gold is a metaphor for dreams come true. The ones already in love with another never follow, so I'll say it again. "Is this what you call a getaway Then tell my exactly what you got away with"