...the dragonfly tattoo.
...watching Milo and Otis.
...asking what to you do with your oranges.
...the awkward hugs.
...the wrestling matches.
...the strange glances across the table at breakfast.
...drinking the disgusting instant coffee.
...talking all night about books we've read.
...sharing our secrets with each other.
...Titus and Miles.
...looking for "good" music.
...being serious.
...your boldness.
...the lingering smell of your Reds.
...laughing about how shitty our lives got.
...makin fun of the girls you chose to date.
...your crazy stories.
...the ET greeting cards.
...picking you up from the fort.
...cleaning up after you.
...black frosting face paint.
...our birthdays.
...the ET greeting cards.
...picking you up from the fort.
...cleaning up after you.
...black frosting face paint.
...our birthdays.
...you, my old friend.
And now that you've recently began to creep yourself back into my life, I'm left with the taste of confusion in my mouth. I want so badly to give you yet another chance, but at the same time it is so hard. I gave you so many before, and every time you did the same thing. I watched you walk away from our friendship like it was not a big deal. And hell, maybe it wasn't to you. But it was to me. At one time in my life, your friendship meant the world to me. I just don't know if it can ever go back to that after all the hurt you put me through.
This song reminds me of you.
This song reminds me of you.
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