R: I gave a speech, I told them “Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears.”
J: Yea yea yea whatever, tell me what’s in the bag.
For once in my life, I’m the one that’s unable to see you. I miss all of our shenanigans, including but not limited to: the denting of cars, improvisation of beachside bathrooms, public blind jokes and sad chord progressions. Just all of the things that happened while we were supposed to be “practicing”. Man, I’m grateful to have you around, even if it means I have to read the menu at Wendy’s out loud once in a while.
Please don’t die while you’re at Capernwray, we still have songs to write.