It's a Mess! (and I'm Drunk), so disregard this in the morning!

It's a mess.

I'm a mess.

I know I want to call him, but I won't.

He's in NY.

I'm in NY and I feel him here.

And I want him here.
And I don't care anymore.

I'm fucked up.

Okay.

We've all agreed upon that.

But I love him.
And I'm waiting for him to call.
I'm waiting for him to call because I love him.

-h-