consider this a letter that I never sent,
however inconsiderate it seems,
do you still consider me, 
consider me the boy you laughed with,
or that you learned to live without?
I suck, 
I know I’m late, 
I know you waited,

when I say let’s keep in touch,
I really mean I wish that you’d grow up.
This is the first song for your mixtape.
And it’s short just like your temper,
but somewhat golden like the afternoons
we used to spend before you got too cool

Back in school they never taught us what we needed to know,
like how to deal with despair,

or someone breaking your heart.

So I update this almost every single day for you 
I begin to hate you for your face, not just the things you do
Go tell him how my wrist is sore 
from pulling at your insides all night 
Nothing that you do is new to anything or anyone but you

“Logan To Government Center” - Brand New.