"Houston, We have a Beautiful Spanish Speaking Native American."

So, Ashley, or as I like to call her, A**ley. Left back in October.

I miss her.

But I've been terrible at writing her. As I warned her that I might be. SO on top of actually writing her a letter, purchasing the clothing she asked me to purchase, and sending her our USPS Messenger, I am about to do something some would call a tribute, to a love affair so passionate not even Romeo and Juliet could top it.

The love affair between Ashley Case and Adam Lazzara, and his music.

So I have challenged myself to compile a note to Ashley from me using at least one line from every Taking Back Sunday song that ever existed, possibly even pre-Adam TBS.

And so here we go:

Dear Hna Case,

Have you seen the girl with my heart on her sweater? Sorry that I couldn't make you stay. Placing pieces on the floor, of all the things that we loved before. Maybe it wasn't good enough, but I gave you all I could. So go on, go and take on the world. You're going to be a star someday. Do you remember the time when you and I were fine? You're such a sucker for a sweet talker but we won't stand for hazy eyes anymore.

If we go down, we go down together, best friends means you've got this silly way of keeping me on the edge of my seat. And you know I’m not one for complaining, but I love the way you’d roll excuses off the tip of your tongue. It's times like these, where silence means everything.

Stop it, come on, you know I can’t help it. I got the mic and you got the mosh pit. Regardless if my pictures they don't line your mirror, regardless, you know that I'll still wait for your call. The TRUTH is you could slit my throat And with my one last gasping breath I'd apologize for bleeding on your shirt.

I’m only complaining to keep myself busy.

I'm sorry it took me so long to come around. Oh, but can’t you, can’t you feel it rolling off your lips.. Go on just say it, You need me like a bad habit. We used to be this dying breed, I've got a bad feeling about this. So, we're talking forever, and you almost feel better but, better's no excuse for tonight.

"Splintered but focused" you're as good as gold. You're built from distractions so brilliantly dull. You said it makes you want to fall in love or be smart enough to keep your distance. You can't decide, you can't decide.

All tired, scream safe haven, let's get this out and on the table... We could live through these letters or forget it all together. See, the months, they don't matter it's the days I can't take. When the hours move to minutes and I'm seconds away.

Passed out in our school clothes so we'd wake up in our Sunday's best. Well I pictured you in blue. But I have to say I'm more partial to the red. Deep, dark, and devastating. And then you said a little more about your dreams, like that was my call.

You're so sensitive. I am, I am a machine. I'm an addict for dramatics, I confuse the two for love, less is more except when it comes to mistakes.

We swing and we sway as this tiny voice in my head starts to sing"You're safe, child, you are safe." It says, "You, oh, you are so cool."

I heard that this is where, where the party is. Are you coming home? (Well, are you coming home?) It gets easier with doses of time. Yeah, we're stubborn and melodramatic. A real class act. You see, I know a few of your favorite things. Reminders, they are not reluctant. So stop me if you've heard this one before.

Would you do it again, again and count backwards from ten? Well you don't know where I've been. The closer that I look is just the further that you get. Already, stubborn skin thickens in attempt to understand.

I keep my grammar well rehearsed. Correct each stutter, every slur. There is no place on God's great Earth, where you can go to hide from me. So go prove to the world, what you already proved. (Cause you ain't workin' for them anymore.)

How long before I'm just before I'm just a memory? You are a Sunday afternoon, with nothing to do. You are Manhattan in June.

All I ever did was look up to you, so I'll put my money where my mouth is... And I put my money where my mouth was, so good enough's as good as it's gonna get. I am a mantle, and you are a painting. Come rest your frame on me. We happened before we knew what was happening.

You quote the good book, when it's convenient. You can't blame a girl for stickin' to what she knows. You're better off believing everything you heard was true. Won't you take your time with me? You told me you ain’t gonna miss it. But If you, you see something then you should say something. (geniune and unprepared.)

Well, we assure you the procedure is safe and routine. So come around again and I'll show you what I mean. cause I don't think that you know what you've been missing.

And I wish you weren't worth the wait cause there's some things I'd like to say to you...

Love, Slie.