It's me, I tapped it over there, I meant to call it earlier but I know you're probably
asleep by now. I'm calling because, well, you know I'm calling.
Sometimes I have this dream, I'm on the backseat of a car and we're driving round and round,
and Ahmed's in front talking to someone whose face I can't see. I don't know what it means,
maybe it doesn't mean anything. Sometimes I do things.
Little things, you know, like the way I hang my t-shirts in the closet and I'd realize,
I mean, everything I know I learned from him and everything I know reminds me of him.
I don't know what it means, maybe it doesn't mean anything.
