"Three weeks, after fnckin’ you, knowin’ what you taste like, what you feel like, the sounds you make when you come, three weeks I’m on the road and all I got is a couple minutes of your voice on the phone every night. Fnckin’ you, that’s all I can think about, like a teenager, at night in the dark, it’s the only thing in my goddamned head. So I jack off, hopin’ to cut through it, but nothin’ compares to you. Then I know you can’t sleep so I can’t fnckin’ sleep wonderin’ if you’re sleepin’. That sh!t’s whacked and I come home, fnckin’ beside myself it’s over."
~ Someone vs. Ashley