as your lying there drifting off to sleep

I always seem to fuck things up.
I guess I just don't know how to act.
Fuck that.
I know I don't know how to act.
I thought it was impossible to make Homeboy mad.
Leave it to me to find out it isn't.
He was mad.
So I listened to Brand New Colony for two days straight.
And only thought about him.
Which isn't much different from every other day.
Minus the him-being-mad.
But anyway.
We made up.
And then continued to argue about Fat Joe, Diddy and Cher.
And I continued to explain to him
That if he killed Diddy,
I would have to kill him
Even if I didn't want to.
And that he is my main squeeze
But Diddy is my boy.
Everything is so adorable with him.
Even if Homeboy don't know how to act.
hahahha.
Mel is my fucking hero.
She burned the Postal Service for me.
I stayed up all night listening to it over and over.
And now I'm still on it.
I'm in love.
Totally in love.