I Hope You Know

I miss you.
I wish that December could be like June and I wish that we were still there:
There is nothing more to say.

Left Behind

Sink me and drown me
Because clinical depression is catchy
And fuck it, it's much better than finally, really being happy
Or being close enough to latch on before it falls away
And see, once you get out you're gone
Once you leave, you don't come back
And there's never anything strong enough to keep even your thoughts
On this town of shit

Rain

And just like that, I start to miss you like crazy
Because I have this idea that you bring the rain