On the first of November, you
asked if I believed in God anymore...

i listen to the broken rhythm
of their speech...

Am I the only one who sees the
psychology of this situation...

I wasn't looking to hold you, or even be held by...
Your wife slept in the other room and you gently...

When I say privilege, please understand what I...
It's the way your anger spills out like rainwater...

Inject in me a set of false memories,
I don't mind becoming a dream...

May I tag along as a ghost?
I have no place to reside...

There’s an unnamed force pulling me
to indulge in a train ride through the Rocky...

We eat pumpkin pie for breakfast,
whipped cream in spoonfuls...

It's a rainy, dreary day
and I know you don't want to...

I'd forgotten what it's like to tumble
unceremoniously to the ground, arms tied...

I think how my life will change
if I let you in on this journey...