well, now the magic number's 5,
but you wouldn't know that.
'cause you're floating free somewhere,
exposed to the elements and
without care-
while i'm left feeling awkward
at every turn.
i know you would hate what i've become.
traipsing around with a boy
you would have shot by now,
getting ink'd, staying out,
blasting music you couldn't stand and
over quoting oscar wilde.
but, i don't know what else to be.
sorry.
