it's almost 3am. i want to call and wake you up. and empty myself of all my tears into the telephone. i'm not as strong as i like to pretend, not as strong without you. i want you to come and get me. take me into your arms. even when i'm mad at you, furious, my impulse is to lean into your chest. bury my face and cover you in my tears. leaving spots on your clothes. you're too far away for comfort.
i wish you didn't have your heart set on touring... being a rock star. it's gonna hurt. and you probably won't feel a thing...