Monday, May. 10, 2004
12:11 a.m.
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... And then you sign on, ten minutes late, and the first thing you do is apologize and explain that you're in trouble.
I forget that I hate your guts. I forget that it's you dropping my heart all over the place and I forget that it was you who grabbed my arm, you who told me I complain too much, and you who makes me feel like a First Class Reject.
'Cause you signed on ten minutes late just to talk to me.
Maybe you really were listening.