Jesus Christ. Friend-zoned like a motherfucker.
makes me want to cry every time.
"Another heartsick lullaby but I can't seem to make you cry. We'll be friends forever, but I'm afraid that you'll never love me." Holy shit.
what? no comments?! From the first line on, there is hardly anything more perfect for the Minneapolis autumn, or fall anywhere for that matter. "Warm house, cold hands..."