Promised
I'd hold you...

You're one of those
really good men...

I often feel like
I can't read her...

Isn't too early for tears?
...nah ain't such thing...

"In the Caribbean, almost
everyone is a bastard child&quot...

Maybe its the way
your hair often smells...

I’ve grown tired of your memory
the way it finds me...

Do they take the midnight
train to a broken broadway...

I felt the need
to dance last night...

I'm here,
I'm alone...

-forgive me,first love..
for yesterday I recollected...

If only people knew,
all the things I share with nobody...