Call Nicky at midnight on a Wednesday, I forgot he has work in the morning. My life isn't realistic, I hope it's all worth it. I don't call home enough, forgot some friends even exist..I'm feeling guilty now. Forget what I said when I was mad.

God gets the glory, I'd trade the money for more stories. Nothing even makes sense anymore, beating myself up as if it ever did.

Yesterday I wished you were here, I needed the gang to confirm that I was having a good time. You know shit never feels right if you're not there.

Shout out to pretty girls that turned us down, shout out to old friends that still come around. Shout out to things that give you piece of mind, shout out to pretty girls that go down.

All the glory to God, what a wonderful feeling. Shoot a text to Nicky, he'll wake up & read it. Tell him I love him, & that I really mean it. Tell him about my new girl & the new dreams I've been dreaming. Tell him about the new adventures I been going through. He tells me nothing's changed.. I'm feeing guilty again.

Last night I sent you an invitation. I know you got it but just couldn't make it. I needed someone here to carry me through my fears, someone to make it real. Conversation is rehabilitation, so answer the phone when I call. When you call back, I don't know if I'll be still here.