The hollowing out has
started; there's nowhere...

This will be rough, as I've had far
too many shots of vodka, yet...

Today, I reminded you
that this house will never...

Murder barges in shortly
after midnight, no knock...

And I'll wear cardigans
at the start of August...

I often wished for
more of your silence...

I'm always cleaning
leftover dishes - the milk...

One bolt of
lightning...

Eventually, I will
depart from this land...

We were restless that
summer, tracking new...

I'm not a murderer, I
swear. The buzzing was...

This land is not
mine or...