Young, Loud and Scotty

is it silly to think that this would never happen again? but of course i'll call you tonight. did you know, you missed my birthday? the loneliest it gets is when the wind begins to chill and when i stand on top of your old street. the church tops bring a stillness to me. i can't think of anything i'd rather do than have my heart broken by you. could we be saved by intentions and hopes cause i'm not alright. the night seems to swallow me whole and spits out second guessing. and i remember ever since that first day i saw you on the street, i've always wanted you in the worst way but now i can't compete. i'm so, and you're so, we're both so, all fucked up. when i think of what to do, it makes me want to scream. isn't it about time that we tried and get it right? i can't sleep on anymore floors. i can't stay up anymore nights. i'd like to know what's goin on. could you please pick up the phone? i started a million letters to you but couldn't finish any of them.