"You got it, you got it bad when you're on the phone, hang up and then you call right back. You got it, you got it bad. When you miss a day without your friend your whole life's a drag. You know you got it bad when you're stuck in the house. You don't wanna have fun. It's all you think about. You got it bad when you're out with someone and you keep on thinking 'bout somebody else. You got it bad."

Yeah, so I got it bad. Sue me.

"Why does it feel like this world it just not for us? Why does it feel like this world's all they've got for us? Why does it feel like nobody's watching us? I miss my best friend, cheap cigars, stupid kids and movie stars. And I miss you. And this time this one's for us. I missed the last song. I blame myself for just standing there too long. I missed the last song. I blame myself for just standing there."


I miss him. I don't know why I miss him. But here I sit... missing him anyway.
How fucking irritating.