" I just kept waitin for you to do something"
So last night I had a funeral for our relationship. Its been 1 year, 1 month, 1 day. I held out as long as I could, really even longer than. You would be proud, there were candles and music and wine and of course, lots and lots of scotch. After the first month I thought you'd get it, a few months in I really held the halo of confusion over my head, but after a year-your simply out of time. After a year and a month, the doors only reopened to let the fallout out. During the epitaph, I summed up 8 years in 8 perfectly suited songs, on vinyl, just because I'm good like that. Tommorrow Ill hold a seance for my feelings toward you. You wont be present.