We met one monday night where my friend bartends and always gives me drinks for free. i caught you staring, or were you comparing the guy you were talking with to me. then you said: "this place is dead, and this drink is going to my head. take me home." i will, if you chill, there's still time to kill and this night just started looking better. she bought herself a guitar, and she learned a few chords. she wrote me a song that goes like this: Get out, get dressed, you're just like the rest, there's only one thing you're after. you're still the same self-centered bastard. you stay out all night with your shady friends just getting plastered. this relationship's just my latest disaster. I thought that i was doing everything right and giving her everything she needs. but i wake up one morning and all that she's left is a break-up note that reads: you don't, and you won't ever see my side of things... ahh come on. i would, if i could, but everything i thought was good would just upset her. Our points of view will never meet. i always miss what's incomplete.