Three more days from now.

Every day just rolls by
and the night never ends
when its February
and the lights not coming in
and once again now
like some recurring bad bad dream
I am sitting here alone again
thinking bout what has been

and I still miss you
though maybe your fading away
and I still feel like I died inside
and I have nothing good to say

and I still think that this all wrong
that reality is making mistakes
and I really have to get my shit together
and stop being one of those flakes

I really really need to meet somebody
who might dig me and then make me feel good

its only three days left until your birthday
and I am making mix tapes in my mind
there is still the thinnest bridge that goes between us
but nature just isn't that kind.

I am still puzzled by the shape of reality
and the place I am right now
February sure seems to take forever