There's Something Wrong With Me

I swear it.
There is no way that there's not something wrong with me.
Because there is something wrong with me, I keep doing this.
Loss of control perhaps, but when did that happen?
When did I total lose it all and fall to temptation?
Not even temptation, but impulse.
Since when do I act on impulse?

Why did I never realize how many of my habits he picked up?
How many we shared?
SHIT.
No.
We're not talking about this.

I need Tayler right now.
I really do.
Never thought I'd say that again, but I sure am saying it a lot.

Damn, my life is falling apart again.
Except this time, I'm not really losing people.
Well, I told Samantha off.
That was a bit unplanned, but I'm not freaking out about it.
Hell, I don't even care.
She deserved it.

OHMYGOSHALECWESLEYFUCKINGSCANNONGETANEWDAMNSONG!

Sorry, had to rant.
If I read "Houstatlantavegas" ONEMORETIME, I'm going to rip that child's freshly cut and dyed hair right out of his tan little head.

Can you take me back to the person I used to be? Back when you were there for me? I know it seems like forever but do me this favor please?

How dare I find terribly fitting lyrics by accident?
Screw this.

Goodnight.