I make you crazy… Don’t give up on me

Is it just me? Or we really haven’t been talking much lately? I don’t know if you noticed, but your texts, chats and emails are not like they used to. It’s the homesick plague I guess… There’s this part of me that wants to know that you’re there. I’m not expecting updates of everything that you’re doing, that would be too weird.

It scares me. I decided to not expect too much. Remember, less expectations, less disappointments? I was the one who said that. Thing is, there’s something different. Is it you? Is it me? 

I miss you. I miss talking to you. I miss sweet nothings. I miss the way I feel when you don’t forget to say good morning and goodnight. I miss everything. I really miss you. 

This is the closest song I could think of. We’re not fighting. No. I just feel as if something’s missing. I make you crazy, I know. But please, don’t give up on me. 

The First Time (The Script)

She’s all laid up in bed with a broken heart
While I’m drinking Jack all alone in my local bar and we don’t know how
How we got into this mad situation, only doing things out of frustration
Trying to make it work, but, man, these times are hard

She needs me now but I can’t seem to find the time
I got a new job now on the unemployment line and we don’t know how
How we got into this mess, is it God’s test? Someone help us ’cause we’re doing our best
Trying to make things work, but, man, these times are hard

But we’re gonna stop by drinking our cheap bottles of wine
Sit talking up all night, saying things we haven’t for a while, a while, yeah
We’re smiling but we’re close to tears, even after all these years
We just now got the feeling that we’re meeting for the first time

She’s in line at the dole with her head held high
While I just lost my job but didn’t lose my pride, and we both now how
How we’re going to make it work when it hurts, when you pick yourself up you get kicked to the dirt
Tryin’ to make it work, but, man, these times are hard

But we’re gonna start by drinking our cheap bottles of wine
Sit talking up all night, doing things we haven’t for a while, a while, yeah
We’re smiling but we’re close to tears, even after all these years
We just now got the feeling that we’re meeting for the first time

Drinking our cheap bottles of wine
Sit talking up all night, saying things we haven’t for a while, a while, yeah
We’re smiling but we’re close to tears, even after all these years
We just now got the feeling that we’re meeting for the first time

For the first time
Oh, for the first time
Yeah, for the first time
We just now got the feeling that we’re meeting for the first time

Oh, these times are hard, yeah, they’re making us crazy
Don’t give up on me, baby
Oh, these times are hard, yeah, they’re making us crazy
Don’t give up on me, baby

Oh, these times are hard, yeah, they’re making us crazy
Don’t give up on me, baby
Oh, these times are hard, yeah, they’re making us crazy
Don’t give up on me, baby

Special thanks to: http://www.directlyrics.com/the-script-for-the-first-time-lyrics.html

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