..are you done running yourself into the ground to find oblivion, yet?
I fucking miss you Goof!
& I don’t care how contend you look or how happy you pretend to be, I worry cause I know better.
I know you – like it or not.
We can both run as fat and far as we both want, I won’t change a thing.
Are you done yet?
Are we there yet (somehow cant help but hearing Bart Simpsons voice repeating this in my head)
ARE WE THERE YET?
I forgot who’s the bigger idiot, you or I… thinking we’re actually perfect for each other in our own broken ways.
Think about it, close your eyes and hear my silent scream for you.