You think this is a game,
That I'll just accept the way you feel...

We ran around last night as if we were never going...
The air was rich...

The hankercheif lay on the table,
Under the harsh desk lamp light...

I wrote us down in pencil,
Typical high school HB number two...

I am
Not...

The sun rises,
Something sparkles in the sand...

Meant to be
My ass...

Mistakes,
Flood the basement...

Sometimes I wonder,
I'll sit there and think...

Nights of heavy breathing
are lost in the song of a...

Things aren't going to change,
They can't...

Today we sat together,
Our eyes connected...