I would like to visit you for a while
Get away and out of this city
Maybe I shouldn't have called but someone had to be the first to break
We can go sit on your back porch
Relax
Talk about anything
It don't matter
I'll be courageous if you can pretend you've forgiven me

Because I don't know you anymore
I don't recognize this place
The picture frames have changed and so has your name
We don't talk much anymore
We keep running from the pain
But what I wouldn't give to see your face again

I know I let you down
Again and again
I know I never really treated you right
I've paid the price
I'm still paying for it every day

So maybe I shouldn't have called
Was it too soon to tell?
Oh what the hell
It doesn't really matter
How do you redefine something that never really had a name?
Has your opinion changed?

Because I don't know you anymore
I don't recognize this place
The picture frames have changed and so has your name
We don't talk much anymore
We keep running from the pain
But what I wouldn't give to see your face again

I see your face
I see your face

When I woke up today, my face was oddly soft. My pillow felt strangely wet. I lifted my head and turned to look. I hadn't cried in my sleep. I had drooled.
Emotional and physical pain had paralyzed me for the majority of the morning. Yesterday, I had promised Jason that I would meet him for brunch. So towards the end of my uneventful morning, I got up and unstunk myself. Then I put on a fake smile on my face and headed downstairs to meet up for brunch.
"How are you feeling?" he asked when he first saw me.
"So-so..." I looked away to my left so that he couldn't see my eyes fill up with salty water.

When I returned to my room, I imed several people of my situation. Then I surfed around on the Internet. It's funny the song that I am listening to now--Moby's Porcelain--is supposed to be soothing. I was crazy about that song when I first heard it in a Nordstrom's commercial. "I never meant to hurt you..." That was totally unique how he choose to promote his songs through commercialization. Don't all artists want their art to be heard? Funny that doesn't apply to Napster. We all know who the song is by...and appreciate it. And today, I couldn't even find the song I was looking for. Sometimes it feels good to cry every once in awhile.

There is one who kisses, and the other who offers the cheek. -French Proverb