I'm waiting on divine intervention
and wondering when you will show up...

Pulse,
the type of thing that makes you want to...

We almsot sound like lovers
and I think they are jealous of us...

It feels like I have been crying,
my eyes hurt...

I see the brick walls,
I feel the mist...

Calmly.
It's all I can think about...

I don't see it.
All these children saying they are in love...

I'm scared.
It's easier to stay here...

No.
At first it hurts...

She plays with little dollies,
and smiles faintly...

I'm pretty sure I want the pieces of you to fade
like tiny grains of sand...

Breathe in,
then forget what comes next...