ryan downe. Sunday, Dec. 21, 2008 9:59 PM

When you opened up and cried, about everything, about nothing, about an aching heart and the changing times... When you decided to kick me while I was down, when you did what you needed to do... Goddamn it, I was there. I held you and you cried and I stayed strong because I had to, you needed it, it was all so fucked up.

So it is the story of my life that, crying and scared and aching, in need of someone to kick, that I am alone.

Don't be so sad, pretty melancholy baby. Don't be so mad if I smile and look at you. Please rest your head 'cause I could never dream to harm you. Lay in our bed, so I'll know just where you are. Wipe all the tears beneath the window pane, 'cause I will be coming home to you, 'cause when you're melancholy, baby, then I'm melancholy too.

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