Immaculate Heart

I have no recollection of how I got here, how I could keep on living oblivious and with something not so minor...missing? I know what I have to do, and do it. But I won't know what it is until it's done. There really is no good time to leave or any better explanation that is acceptable, because I do not deserve one. He doesn't owe me anything, which I guess I should have sort of seen this coming but naturally I didn't. I'm too busy with summer on my mind. I got my summer skin, my summer clothes, a summer job, I got a few good friends, I shouldn't want more, but I do. I shouldn't really care at all, but somehow I do. I shouldn't feel a pang of jealousy, but hey I do. So instead I will listen to all the mixes I made for someone else, the ones I felt you didn't deserve to hear, and I will laugh and laugh until this summer is long behind me.