I will never understand how I could love someone so much. I’ve never wanted to stay when things get hard. I’m known for pulling a disappearing act. And when shit hit the fan, I’m still here. I still WANT TO BE HERE. but the difference is I’m sticking around for someone who can’t or won’t offer me that back. It’s been a year and a half. If you don’t know how you feel about me by now, stop fucking with my heart. Be strong enough to let yourself fall. And trust me enough to know I’ll be here to catch you.
Got a show tonight in Brooklyn. I think I look like Meg Ryan in the 80’s but with black floral doc martens on.