I don't like being expected to react the right...
The right way bothers me...

All the haunting hurts less
when I know where you are...

If souls could speak and the waves could lap at...
If I could question you without an unsure voice...

A city
(indistinctly...

Concealed beneath the floorboards thumping,
Left long ago and passed me away to...

I would love to leave this place,
But the only thing I fear is less than you...

God, the fevered children,
narcoleptic kleptomanics...

I'd never felt dead like that before.
In the heat of the moment without escape...

It isn't over again but it's cool to think we're...
and I need to smoke a little more without demands...

Tragic is the loner preyed upon by faithless...
you're not lost, i promise, and im sorry i want...

Silent bones whisper nameless thoughts,
their solidarity inviting to nervous lucidity...

What would I do for you?
I would run a million miles, then swim the same...