The kitchen;
Linoleum floors...

In a future postcard
Where the color of the Ocean...

All of the people in the world
hate to get hurt...

Some nights I cling to his memory
because it's all I've got...

Everything they do
Every word that is spoken...

I sit in a crowd
Glaring down at my shoes...

Look what I've done
Watch it spiral...

The dull throbbing of my heart
Beating out my love for you...

Dear brother,
I wanted to write you a letter...

I've lost my touch
Run out of words...

Lonely reeks of a dusty old hotel room
Appealing as a meal for one...

The slipper came in the step sisters sizes
Eric liked Ariel better as a fish...