AN: I'm back. Sorry I was gone so long. I know I promised a fluffy one, and this one's kinda angsty, so I'm uploading two at once. Reviews and requests please. The song is "The Special Two" by Missy Higgins.
These arms will not be taught to need another,
cause we're the special two.
I wish I could move on. Just tie up the loose ends and be done. Being so fixed to someone is a drain, like when you're looking for some vodka and sympathy and just end up wishing you'd done that overtime.
I feel like every part of me except this one resistant fibre is ready to throw in the towel with Bobby. I couldn't figure it out at first, but then I got: it's my arms. They still feel 'that way'.
They refuse to learn that I can't be with him anymore. It's just too much, and yet not enough.