The sun rose every day, once.

you just hauntin 'round like a shadow now	my novembers are so well documented	as long as the lies are beautiful	Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale her infinite variety
How does it feel knowing your mind is a graveyard?	sometimes it feels like the world is trying to tell me to wake up	I cannot exactly deny what you are saying, however i am not prepared to make it part of my belief system at this time	Your version of my story is probably so much better than the real one anyway.
You think this is tragedy. She thinks this is fun.	And when she came back she was nobody's wife	It's too bad she won't live. But then again, who does?	Under us
Broken Clocks	Life is like a strange, unpopular restaraunt filled with odd waiters who give you things you never asked for and don't always like.	She had incongruity for breakfast because she felt like it	She who abandons does not return
It takes more than good memory to have good memories	The more one talks, the less the words mean	There must be something terribly wrong with me. Sometimes I feel like I haven't learned anything.	You can check out any time you like, but you can never leave.
You Know it Feels Like Distant Thunder	She tells me she drives a truck.	so glad I'm not alone in my dreams