Well we'll float on, good news is on the way.

Maybe I'm obsessive
to think like this.
Probably not impressing you
with my cheap tricks.
Honey, it's depressing what
depression does to some.
I'll play the part for hours but
I know you'll never come.

Thanks Blake, you always seem to know how to say it best.

Argh. Fuck rampant consumerism!

Obligatory Christmas post. I guess.

Merry Christmas to all, except those who aren't celebrating it. And stuff.

There are some people I really want to talk to right now. But I just can't.

Christmas would be so much better with you.

Been hearing about you.
All about your disapproval.
Still I remember
the way I used to move you.
I wrote you a letter.
I heard it just upset you.
Why don't you tell me?
How can I do this better?

Are you out there?
Do you hear me?
Can I call you?
Do you still hate me?
Are we talking?
Are we fighting?
Is it over?
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I'm worried about you. I don't even care right now if you're mad at me, I can handle that. I just want to know you're ok. I just want you to tell me you're ok.

I can honestly say that I don't have the slightest idea what is going on or why. But I like it and it's helping me get along. So bring it on.

No unhappy endings allowed.

Ask me the questions you never want answers to,
We can rewrite them however we like.

Maybe someday the lies we lead around will crawl under our beds and sleep off the years.

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