I had all the attention I wanted tonight. But every song was you. Completely you. I think this is a bad habit I have to quit. I'll start trying tomorrow. Tonight I'm going to still think of you. And go to sleep thinking of you. And maybe I'll dream of you. But I'm pretty sure that I wont. But tomorrow I'll give it all up.
My vision is kind of pixelated and it's almost tunnel. I can hear the music, and taste sugar in my mouth, and I can smell my perfume. And I can feel warmth. And that's it.
I would contact you, but I know I shouldn't. So I'm writing this blog instead. And I know you're never going to read it. But someone's reading it right? Someone's listening? Yeah?
My vision is kind of pixelated and it's almost tunnel. I can hear the music, and taste sugar in my mouth, and I can smell my perfume. And I can feel warmth. And that's it.
I would contact you, but I know I shouldn't. So I'm writing this blog instead. And I know you're never going to read it. But someone's reading it right? Someone's listening? Yeah?
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