this space starts out empty, and i know it can't hurt more than it already does, and it all falls down around me and hits me in the face and falls on to the ground. I wish that I could understand, why i'm so upset to see these things i'll never have. My hands shake with anger, but my eyes fill up with tears, taste like salt. And it's hard to get up, to hard to pick myself up off the ground, laughing at me, if I could, wondering by myself, if I could. (I was lost at sea, and you let me drown) To walk for miles, and let the rain soak me until smile. It's getting late but I don't mind, i'm holding onto hands as drenched as mine, and for the first time in my life I want to cry and laugh at the same time. Because I'm happy, this space has been filled by her (how could you say no, you should've come over and kissed me)