The rain gently falls and I wonder if it helps lull you to sleep. I remember things you told me from 3 years ago But I’m wondering if you’re still the same person now. The thunder cracks and I realize I’m wrong about you again
She’s the type of girl you still think about six months later after she’s fought for you after you cancel on her for the fifth time after you’ve taken her for granted. when you can’t find anyone else who wants to take care of you when no one cares to hear about that song you dance to in the car when…