Emily Haines - Our Hell

All these things I am tired of telling you about, because my words can't even begin to describe the feelings I'm getting. These things that you aren't here to share with me:

On the cloudiest day to go to the lake, and the sun poking his head out for just a split second.

Finding Mr.Caterpillar and making friends.

Getting kicked out of the water.

The view of the highest point in my beautiful state.

Running in the downpour to our car.

But my favorite,

Driving in the rain felt like it was in time lapse, as Lou Reed sang me asleep.

And all I can think of, with male voices in your background of our 2 canned goodbyes,

Is who's taking you home?

Tonight we're on the verge of the Celtics winning the NBA Finals,

But you aren't here to celebrate the victory with me,

and all I can think of is Game 1,

and all I can say is,

Fuck Boston.