I found a letter that said: "I'm sorry that you were asleep when I wrote these words down," You'd think I'd ought to be used to that by now. Save for a few of those late night episodes, Missed opportunities, and "I Don't Cares," There's not a lot that I feel obliged to share or talk about. I'll have my brother stop by this Saturday to pick up my things, Just make sure you're not there. This may sound bad, and don't take it the wrong way.. I love you, however, You hold me down, you hold me down, you hold me down. You're the echoes of my everything, You're the emptiness the whole world sings at night. You're the laziness of afternoon, You're the reason why I burst and why I bloom. How will I break the news to you?