Frustration overwhelms me. I want to rip my heart right from my chest.

And with it pounding in my hands scream, I dont need this anymore.

Is the view, is it better on the west coast? Are the sunsets as breath-taking

As the surreal words that pass through your lips? You are my escape.

You know it, I know it. So many miles, (missed connections).

So why can you read me like the back of your hand?

I have tried with everything in me not to feel this way,

To grow up and realize your faults. Was yours the first time that we locked eyes?