Killer talks. Something stalks a dreamt love potion in my pocket. And what? A simple sense... senseless, selfless... full of talk. Like the whole world in my palm. I'm dreaming of a love potion in my pocket. Back room, stock it.
The last few months have been a struggle. I know I'm not the same person. But please bare with me. I am the one that's always got an open door, even if it's in Florida.
It's a long way from home. We're coming up on our anniversary. And, the week before halloween is always chaos. Especially, as we're going to be back home for a few days. Maybe Ricky will come with us. I can't wait to see Ben.
Water pistol.
I wonder where she went. She's in the other room. In our house.