i left my conscience pressed between the pages of the bible in the drawer, what did it even do for me i say? it never calms me when i'm down...

its nice to know that after all thats happened things can still be like they used to, that you can still walk right by and not even acknowledge me. i guess you had your reasons, i mean, my friends were there, they were probably doing some hoodlum type things or whatever it is they do. but don't you miss me just a little bit? when i call you and you're always doing work isnt there a little part of you that wants to stop being so damned principled and just talk to me? maybe i never really understood you and i was just fooling myself, but i don't believe that. you're far too good for me. that is all there is to it.