My Words Are Like Weapons

why can't they protect me?

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christo,

they played this at your funeral. kyle thought it was sunny day real estate, but i knew it was jimmy eat world. you know we went, right? kyle, and natalie, and james, and tony, and chad all came. we sat in the same row, and we remembered the nights that we never thought we’d grow old. can you still feel the butterflies? can you still hear the last goodnight?

i heard you today. i was sitting in the signing room at work, the place i went to hide after your funeral. i was listening to music, and this song came on. i heard you whisper “kelly” and when i went to look around for who did it, there wasn’t anyone here. 

i’m glad you came to visit me. i wish you were here. i really need your guidance now. we all do.

kelly