It rains down hard as she lets her black dress...
and she dances to no music without a care...

The one thing that makes me hate them all,
that for a minute or two lets my friendships fall...

My past's apparition
joined the demolition...

Splatter red on my canvas, so pale,
and watch the paint drops bleed...

Draw a line in the sand
and watch it wash away...

All around the freaking world:
Broken boys and broken girls...

(Distraught, erratic images originate
exchanging glances, they recriminate...

This is for you Thomas.
Each time you mention wanting to leave...

Dear Travis,
you are such a special guy...

The happiest day is touching your skin
and waiting for fuzziness to begin...

There's something there so strange inside.
It makes me want to run and hide...

When I send you all those songs
I'm sending you verity...