She had a few beers
too many...

She worries,
that no one will ever love her...

My dear,
do not spend your thoughts on regrets...

Im weak,
but I can hurt you...

I never thought that love was real
Or that I could fall into it...

You play football and listen to the Cars
Strange...

I need some illumination, some inspiration.
Within myself...

Nights spent
running through empty parking lots...

And to think,
I was faintly considering another attempt at this...

I cant conjure up an explanation for last night,
except that we were living in eachother's eyes...

Would you promise to
hold me no matter how violently...

She's a regretful liar.
She's apologetic...