You...

You want me, then you come get me, that's how we communicate. I told you, and I meant it, I aint callin (your number is always blocked) I aint e-mailing (who ever hisbelovedone777 is, just goes the ever-livin fuck off every time I do), I aint going on any more wild goose chasees, I aint so much as lookin up an addresses anymore. As much as I have proven how much I love you and with what all I bring to the table I shouldn't have to. Enough. Write a letter, send a package, be yourself, be creative , figure it out. Do it however you want.

I wanted to get together this summer because I knew this fall would be crazy busy with starting High School and Band and it has been, even more so than I thought it would be. 

Just call, or chat whatever, I'm at work the next two nights, but I aint telling nobody were talking till theirs ink on our fingers.

You drove this train this far...bring it in to the station sweetheart, but make no mistake I want you here and soon...If you're in West Va then meet me in Lexington one day, it's bout half way for both of us. And of course I know all the cool little out of the way spots, and I know where we could get ink if we decided.

Peace...