St. Patricks Day

No Way November Will See Our Goodbye
When It Comes To December It's Obvious Why
No One Wants To Be Alone At Christmas Time.
And Come January We'll Be Frozen In Time
Making New Resolutions A Hundred Times
February..."Won't You Be My Valentine?"

So We'll Both Be Safe Til St. Patricks Day.

What happened last night? The sky came crashing down, and brought with it this feeling of utter and complete void. I don't understand, everything was going so well. Even days before. Even hours before. And yet now I can't touch where I once found comfort. And now I can't say what is still singing so loudly in my heart. And I sit here and wait for you to give me the okay that we can speak to each other, and once again my phone lies silently. I don't want this to end. Are you afraid? How could you just tell me something like that and leave me there to cry while you escaped off because you couldn't handle the pressure of what you were saying? Do I deserve this for all that I have laid on the line? I just don't get it. Maybe I never will. I hope this is not goodbye.

And if our "always" was all that we gave
and someday, she'd take that away
I'd be alright, if it was just for St. Patricks Day