red eyed wonder why and how i thought you would've left by now so these thoughts can expire what years labored to produce these habits make it hard to shake you loose because i don't know, i'm resisting but you seem to go on existing in the back of my head, can i do it again? will you come back my friend? still and small the things you said but reason speaks much louder i think we've been here before you know what i'm asking for