Jamie's starring,
at the floor...

In naps filled with fresh fruit,
walks without replies...

"Ever since I left,
I've felt a little sad...

I wish I knew the doorman,
always standing in the sand...

I won't be kneeling,
don't think I'll have legs...

I'm so tired of this blank life.
Wrought and filled with strife...

I'm afraid to type it in,
this task I know I must...

Its time to pardon,
to end it all...

Staring into her coffee mug,
she looks around the room...

Julian is singing high again.
She hit the B flat...

Everybody was Kung Fu Fighting.
Yes indeed, the monks were flying...

Leaves swirl in showers,
Like innocence on the break...