Things just aren't the same without you. Not for me at least. I dreamt about you the other night. I woke up, and it was 11:11, I'm taking it as some kind of sign to do what you were telling me to do in the dream, like it was your wish.
You know, at your tribute show, i could've sworn i'd seen your face about half a dozen times, and I'd take a second look, and it'll just be some guy in skinny jeans and a low v-neck grey t shirt. It was pretty overwhelming, watching pray for death play, without you there, microphone in hands (no cupping, cos you were the real deal), with your leg up on nekic's kit, crotch in his face. Jeez Nekic had a good view. I talked to your sister too, I see so much of you in her. It gave me goosebumps. She's nothing short of amazing.
She brought up that time, we snuck into your house, when i really wasn't meant to be there. When her and Mat were making chocolate pancakes. Good times, good times. Oh the memories of that day. The EPIC hickey on my neck, that wouldn't go away for a week and wouldn't allow itself to be covered with foundation. I'll never forget when my mom asked me, 'Marija, wtf is that?' to which i replied 'Uh...i burnt myself with the hair straightener'...she didn't buy it, of course.
Then at school, i was constantly wearing a scarf, thank god it was June and cold enough for me to wear a scarf without looking like a total douche.
But yeah, she said something to me, something i wish you'd have said to me. But i guess its better late than never, right?
Lets run off to Virginia, start a tobacco company, and make millions, you won't have to do a single thing, but leave the ones you love behind.
Nelson, if i had gone with you, i wouldn't have left the one i loved behind. He'd be right by my side.
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