Tomorrow is Christmas Eve.

When did you get here you sneaky mother fu....

High Hopes.

I can talk to you about anything.

And I am so in love with this feeling.

It's got to be you.

i hate you.

i can't help but just feel it.
yet, at the same time, i just want to talk to you.

what the hell is this? what the hell did you do to me?
it was one day. it shouldn't have meant anything.
and you're gone. you're across the country.

i hate you. i hate you. i hate you.
i want you. i miss you.
i hate you.