You don’t know what you got till it’s gone
You know you’ve been traveling too much when you pull into a driveway and realize, Oh man, I’ve stayed here before.
You don’t know it, but I’m sitting in my hotel room laughing to myself.
Spent a week here in this same hotel nine months ago. It was a strange time then. It’s strange again.
Sleep. Must sleep.
I’m coming back home tonight, I think. Losing track of time.
On a different note entirely, before I left, I found a shirt an ex left at my place.
Don’t it always seem to go, that you don’t know what you’ve got til it’s