My mind is flustered, I can never think straight. But in the quite times of the night I seemed to be cursed with only thinking of one thing. I can't help but to think of the last of everything. Last time we talked, last thing that was said, last laugh, last breath. You don't often think of the 'last's'... you just don't think. Goodbyes aren't mean't to mean goodbye, it's just something we say until the next time we see each other.
