I Miss Writing And Crying And Dreaming.

So lets run away. Lets pull together the money we have. I have a full tank of gas. Lets drive until our eyes are bloodshot and the lines get fuzzy. Where ever we are, we'll sit and stare up at the stars and talk like it's the last talk we'll ever have. And be lonely and unhappy together. You'll never love me, and that's okay because I've decided to never love again and we'll both be messed up. We'll never be okay, and that's okay.