Wolfie

I broke my pinkie fingie when running towards a bus from Dustins pace for no reason in a rush, caught the poorly alligned meridian in the sidewalk, bailed hardcore and broke my pinkie finger, now with a half cast, semi numb, and bruised or with cuts from shoulder to foot. Strange how these things happen.

Love this song by Scout Niblett still:

we woke up late again
and walked into town
my hand held yours
but who was prouder
to be with the other?
i think it was me
i think it was me
i think it was me

i watched a film
of you runnin' away again
out of the door
into the fields
to be seen no more

and the audience was left
wantin' to come
and where you will be
when you're as old as me
will you see anymore

i wish you'd grabbed me by the hand
years ago
'cause i would've come
and i would have sung
and we would have run

where ever we'd end up
we'd drink tea
and we'd have a flask
if we were goin' out
as english as can be

and sometimes
we'd visit your mom
and she'd get to know me
and she'd get to like
and it'll all be good

and
i'd of loved you forever
i know it to be true
'cause though we're not together
love is never through

it doesn't die
it just goes on
and where you will be
when you're as old as me
will you see me anymore

we woke up late again
and walked into town
my hand held yours
but who was prouder
to be with the other
i think it was me
i think it was me
i think it was me