first thing I've written in a while, would appreciate some feedback. bygones. and when my parents asked about you i didn't know what to tell them, because the only time we'd ever speak was when my tongue flirted with your wisdom teeth. then i remembered your love for new found glory and a shared affinity for shit tv. and although i blame myself for making you leave just like i blamed the o.c. for death cab for cutie. at the end of the day we both know who's guilty. just like we both know i've never been the bigger man, and still don't plan to be.