Zane.
Zane Lynch.
You had a cigarette hanging out your month the first time I saw you.
Black leather jacket on even tho it was almost 80 degrees.
You almost always wore that jacket.
The only time I ever saw you with out it was when you were in my bed.
Anyways I picked you.
I knew you were just as fucked up as me.
I knew you couldn't help me.
I didn't want you to.
I just wanted a reason to jump.
So my dad won't blame himself
And Charlie won't think she could have helped.
They will remember the times I came home hangover and crying over you.
I though you would want them to blame you.
So you could have a reason to jump to.