Fucking call me when you decide to grow up and not make me cry. Run from my house so no one will see me and ask me questions. Worry that Emmit could have possibly made her cry.
I'll drive myself to town in tears. Hope I find Beau or Sophie to come console me. Get me out of my head. Looks like they both have plans. So it's a solo drive for me. In the rain. To just stay stuck in my head, and yes- most of all -worry about you.
Hope you have a great evening.
