This is the story of you
and her and him...

I look through our pictures
one's we took in the booths...

He's been head butting brick walls
for so long that...

Sometimes we all fall apart
and look at each other...

There are some things in life,
That don’t come easy...

We were happy, or so it seemed
we smiled we forgave...

I look outside
from the window...

I walk along outside as the sun shines bleakly...
I walk the lonely path that has been worn down by...

There is a world, in the tiniest dew drop
an upside down world, all flip flop...

I take the Advil to kill the pain
inside of me...

--you look straight into my soul
have you loved me all along...

-Begin-
On this stump discarded thoughts wonder...