operator: 911, please hold.
me: stop murdering me for a sec; we're on hold.
somebody get me through this nightmare. I can’t control myself…
Bite your lips, your words a robbery. Do you grin inside? You’re killing me. All along we talked of forever I kind of think that we won’t get better. It’s the longest start, but the end’s not too far away. Did you know? I’m here to stay. We’ll stagger home after midnight, Sleep arm-in-arm in the stairwell. We’ll fall apart on the weekend. These nights go...