this fucking song. i can’t even begin to explain how many times i have listened to it and how many times over the years, decades even that it has rang true.
I’ll wait until tomorrow
Maybe you’ll feel better then
Maybe we’ll be better then
So what’s another day
When I can’t bear these nights of thoughts of going on without you?
This mood of yours is temporary
It seems worth the wait to see you smile again
Out of the corner of my eye
Won’t be the only way you’re looking at me then
eugh. chris carrabba, are you me?