You’re jamming out:
Then it ends and the dj doesn’t tell you what it’s called:
So you have to go home really quickly and google the lyrics to find out:
You finally find it:
SUCCESS.
Just heard that on tv.
You like that show. I miss you.. I miss my best friend.. Not only the person I like but the person that I could come to when something was wrong.. when I needed to talk.. that guy. And if you’ve stalked my tumblr and you saw the last stuff then you know I like you.. but I would hope that wouldn’t keep you from talking to me.. we haven’t talked in days.. A week at least. I wanted to come see you play tonight. But then again I didn’t. I didn’t feel like I was wanted there. I don’t feel wanted at all. I kinda taught myself how to play the guitar, in case you were wondering. I also met someone. In case you were wondering. But he’s not you. He’s not my best friend.
I also talked to some old friends which was really good.
Watching the hangover. So good.
