Before we met, I forget what I was doing.
Probably something better than just waiting for a text, I'm upset, what are you doing? I think my high school sweetheart just dropped out on me.
And I just don't get why you'd leave after everything we've been through and seen.
This relationship is sinking so fast. I don't know how much longer this can last.
We fuck, we fight, we dance all night to the sound of vibrating phones when they ring.
We text, we talk, we try to walk to parking lots where the real world can't hear a thing.
Please leave aggression after the beep, we won't return your call.
The gaslight of your life, you don't have to spell it out for me J.A.M.I.E.
I need space, I need attention, I need affection. You're just a mess and we need separation. I hope you can understand. What the fuck? Something's up. Where's this coming from? Casey, tell me. What did I do? What didn't I do? What are you doing? Who are you screwing? I'm sorry, I didn't mean it like that. I was mad, but explain to me: how does this work? How does this work? This isn't a break, you're breaking up with me and it hurts.
And I just don't get why you'd leave after everything we've been through and seen.
This relationship is sinking so fast. I don't know how much longer this can last.
Can't we figure this out over coffee and conversation? Why are you so impatient, what is it you're trying to say and if you're done with this relationship, please don't let me sink, please give me a chance to think and call me back when you get this message.
You break my heart into a thousand pieces and you say it's because I deserve better.
I know that we've got problems, and I've been studying old texts trying to solve them but I can't crack the case no matter how hard I try and now my phone's dying and I'm still trying find out why.
And I've been trying to draw a conclusion but you keep tracing me over with what your ex put you through and those shades of grey that they left you to color your life with, they really don't mean shit, they really don't.
Dreams always end before the best part starts. Casey, I loved you. Why did we have to fall apart?
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