For Ryan

It's new years
And I'm all alone
Cooped up in some shady broke down apartment
I hope that you still miss me

It's cold out
I miss you
And you're nowhere near me
Eight hundred miles, eight hundred miles
It's cold out
I miss you
And you're nowhere near me
Eight hundred miles, eight hundred miles

It's new years
And you're all alone
Moved out to [?] in Arizona I hope that
You miss me

Thank you
Hey
What?
Will you read to me?
Sure
Wait wait wait. I want to get all snuggled in
Okay go
"Chapter one: I am born. Whether I shall turn out to be the hero of my own life or whether that station shall be held by anybody else, these pages must show. To begin my life with the beginning of my life I record that I was born on a Friday at twelve o'clock at night"