Why Isn't Love Enough?

I get so tired of fighting it, and then I just end up crumbling in your arms. I hate it, I love it, I don't need it, I want it. Friends tell me to leave, they tell me there's nothing left to believe. There is everything left, there is nothing but time, they will never understand the way we do. Ever. End of story.


I was a drunken sorry mess at Wesley's party tonight. I'm just glad you saved me and took me home. Apparently everyone else had a good time heres pictures: