October 8th, 2007
I, Shannon Loter of Portland...

Three hundred and sixty five days in a year
and i spent most of them missing your face...

I put our love inside a jar
to save for a rainy day...

There's a lachrymose flower
at the top of the hill...

Monday is a mix of grays
they are mostly dark and bland...

If you are wondering why
i never want you around...

I built myself a Monster
the credit is all mine...

I know that things dont always go
the way you want them to...

I'm on a ship called "Disaster"
in an ocean of tears...

I hope one day you wake up
feeling all my pain...

As the moon shines in the window tonight
i just cant help but cry...

The griveing widow lampe
isnt doing well...