April 21, 2011

north american tour

dear i am alone diary,

i can see why you think you belong with me. i make good spaghetti. i never see what is wrong or what is stupid. i like the rain and the sunshine. and i don't mind when we used to be broke all the time. i don't care what you want to do. you can stay longer or come home and stay all fucking day. if you want to work- that's okay. i could stay with you for a while too. i fall in and out of love with love with you. you don't seem to mind- i think that is why you return all the time. you walk down the road- you did take me to ventura highway-you said where the wind took us- and then we came home- where we belong- and the nights were so strong with the love and the bond- but the time that was that passed us by- and i don't want to be alone.