&seperation anxiety is running rampant within me.
Dear god, how awful is it of me that I wish I had never met you?
I want so badly to be autonomous, yet here I am writing about how I can't livebreathefunction without you.
I kind of hate myself for all this.
I'm reaching for the phone
To call at 7:03 and on your machine I slur a plea for you to come home
But I know it's too late
I should have given you a reason to stay
Given you a reason to stay
This is fact not fiction
For the first time in years
