Well, did she make you cryI threw up on the plane. I came home and slept from late right through most of today. Caleb sent me a note alternately conveying his ire at me leaving in the first place with his desire to have his share, dangling the offer of a new bottle of Lagavulin in front of me.
Make you break down
Shatter your illusions of love?
And is it over now?
Do you know how?
Pick up the pieces and go home
I adore Lagavulin. But I'd be better off right now with flat ginger ale.
It's nerves. That's all.