I'm going to see Sonic Youth tonight. Without you. I wish you were coming. I wish you were here. Maybe I'll keep a picture of you in my pocket. Maybe I'll write your name on my arm. Maybe I'll think of you while you're gone.
Its times like these that I cry myself to sleep. Its times like these that I drink myself to sleep. Last night my roommate and I laughed until we cried. Then she fell asleep and there was nothing left to do but to do it (boom boom) for real.
I'll keep sending you pictures of myself. In the hopes that someday I'll see you again. Santa Claus is a long time away these days. I'm waiting for the snow to fall. I'm waiting for the cold to come. Waiting to freeze to death so I can climb on my plane and see your face.