four july
one : twenty-five a.m.

this time last year : he had left for his father's house. states away, a time zone of difference. i spent nights packing and crying, wanting to be up on that stupid hill.

this time this year : the wrong boy is coming and the right one is leaving (i want to sit in the back of the tour van with him).

the wrong one wrote me. he signed it "your stupid virginia boy."

don't guilt trip me. no matter what, i won't be dreaming about you tonight.




listen : "first break" by mouse on mars