What the hell happened to Pluto?!

Maybe if I forgot things once in a while, we'd all be a little bit happier.

You can't go back to how things were. How you thought they were. All you really have is...now.

And here he is again, yet things feel like they'll never be as easy between us as they once were.

She wants to believe my excuses so bad. Every time I lie, she wants to believe me so much.

Because our lies matched. It was a sign.

He looks out into the empty street, allowing me to sit in his car and just miss her. To miss her each time I pull in a breath of air. To miss her with a heart that feels so cold by itself, but warm when thoughts of her flow through me.