You told me if I ever tried to attempt suicide again you’d travel those 585 miles just to stop me. So here I am at the top of this building hoping you got my voicemail because all I want is to be in your arms and to hear your voice.
Long distance isn’t cute. It’s hell and loneliness. I dream of your damn face every night but I never wake up beside it and all I do any more is text you at three a.m. and if that’s cute then pain and suffering is too.