What's her name?
Who?
The girl, Alex.
There's no girl.
Oh, you can't hide it. I know strung out and you are strung out.
Okay, please.
This is amazing! You can't focus, right? Jumping every time your phone rings, checking your E-Mail a hundred times a day, wishing you could write songs? No, feeling the need to bring up her name in random conversations. It's always the same and it has happened to you, my friend.
Shit...
Welcome to my world, asshole.
-He's just not that into you
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