But for real Aimee I dont know you and and have nothing against you, this thread reminded me of this song.
brickwall views demand uninspired afternoons.
the days are flooding into months.
the nights are staring into centuries.
i've got some older pictures of people i see once every couple years.
intrigued or unamazed.
"you were so much different back in those days."
and now this smile has a bitter curve.