It’s his birthday…

only, he’s dead.

Still thinking of you Drew.  Not daily anymore, but probably once or twice a month.  Hah, you’d roll in your grave. Asshole.

/nostalgic surreality/

I dedicate…

…this song.

For you, who made me cry last Christmas.

For you, who made me a show

For you, who lied in your kiss

For you, who doesn’t know.

For you, who lied again and again

For you, who chose not to be

For you, who caused me pain

For you, who made me doubt me

For you, who I’ll never forgive

For you, who I wish I’d forget

For you, who made me live

For you, who made me wet

For you, who wanted to die