I took a train to boston, and i wanted to cry. Hes gone, im 24, and its a saturday night. I ran and took his jacket w the rip in the side. I hate when we fight, sucks when we fight. But honestly, whatever, hes just one of the boys. Ill date for like a summer, and ill leave when im bored. This train is full of strangers, but i might like them more, said i might like them more. Yeah, no, i like them more<3