so it's six forty in the morning
I haven't gone to bed
and I'll be leaving for school in a few minutes
I'm all ready
and tired
but I've been up since four in the morning, doing my hair
and the rest of the time before that, I didn't sleep
because there's a rat in my room
but I'm too scared to look for it and take it out

but that's beside the point
the point is that the point is
I'm sitting here, listening to mogwai
and I'm starting to like instrumental music (mogwai, to start with)
and I miss you very very badly.
I'll see you in an hour
and I'll still miss you then
because nothing is the same
and I'm not sure if I'm the one that ruined it
but it's mogwai
and I miss you

that's all