I can still trace my thoughts back to the look
floor this interchange-arrangeable lost cause. i don't want true and
through wishful eyes, on listless nights, you'll see what i've
Take away my desire for clarity and what do you
i want you to say what you mean since 'c'est
this could be the last song i ever sing, and
I'm alive, but just barely (breathing meaning out of indoor
don't look now, but i think this change has killed
these are the things i have forgotten. it's all just
these apologies have grown routine; these words defined by an
i wish you would look at me and smile; one
For all intents and purposes I've disappeared. Nothing but this
it's in your eyes; it says i owe you something.
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