Ill sit here and analyze,
every conversation.
every moment spent togethor.
.Hot Dog.Cigarette.Sex.
Every Kiss.
Every Smile.
Every Touch.
Every Look.
Ill sit here and listen too all the cars go by
and wonder if just maybe one of them is you.
that maybe you really do believe me.
[i dont lie] Ill wonder when all of this is going to be over. Ill lay there and remember the times you would come and get me just to go too sleep cause you cant get too sleep knowing im not there. to hold you.
or even you hold me. you couldnt stand the fact i wasent what you woke up too every morning. Ill lay there and remember it all.
from hurting myself when i would get in and out of your bed.
too you popping your tires cause of the stars :]
ill remember...thats all i really can do. Ill drive there.
every road.
every gas station.
every fast food.
every show.
every park.
every house.
ill drive too every place.
Just because i was with you.
Id give anything to sit in that spot and swing on them swings.
with my red barrel drink and my camel lights.
Nowhere else i would rather be.
then there with you.
no one else i would rather see.
it wouldnt be the same.
As much as i want too believe it will happen.
it wont.
not now.
not ten years from now. not ever again. You havent moved on.
youll get over all this and remember it all.
replay it all in your head.
like replaying how cute you think i am when you would whisper something to me with soo many people around.
and all i would do is shrug my shoulders and smile.
you loved the fact that i loved you.
and didnt care that there is a whole world out there when im laying there with you. i only aknowledged you. for that i regret.
i forgot how many people were out there trying too be there for me and tell me it was wrong too get myself into this .
i should have listened i should have got out before it turned into this.
before i found love.
before i found heartbreak. i get so sick to my stomach listening too the voicemails you would leave me when i was supposed to be with you instead i would fall asleep waiting.
i hate it .
i hate it all.
you.
her.
him.
her.
you. i hate your piece of shit truck.
the hours you work.
i hate how tall you are.
the color of your hair.
the alcohol on your breath.
the way you smell.
the color of your eyes.
i love how your never going too be anything but a boy stuck in cambridge ohio working in a factory.
i love how your going too be a pissed off old man without me.
i love how im changing .
how im really going too move on.
that im going too meet a pretty boy with a life and not be stuck in this shithole.
i love how i have the greatest friends in the world. i love the fact that i want nothing to do with you.
the fact that your going too miss me.
and im not going too miss you at all. you make me soo fucking sick to my stomach. | 
and what I really want to do is wrap myself up in a blanket, curl up, and fall asleep next to you. I want to be kissed on the forehead, and hear the words that could make anyone melt if spoken with true meaning..