When Is The Night Over? Is It

Wherever I Went, I Was On The Wrong End Of The Stampede.

The Universe Doesn't Decide What's Right Or Not Right. You Do.

There. I've Said Everything I Wanted To Say Without Actually Having To Use The Words "please Stay

[s]he Leans Into This Guy And Rocks Her Head Like I’m Making This Music For Her, When If I Could, I Would Take It All Away And Give Her As Much Silence As She’s Given Me Pain.

Somewhere Between A Friend And Acquaintance—a Frequaintance, As It Were.