They say two wrongs don’t make a right
But right wasn’t want I wanted...

I feel stuck, trapped in childhood
Such a cliché, but I am misunderstood...

Lies and tears blinding the view
Cries and fears keeping him from you...

She sees in him all the answers
To each one of her prayers...

A long day's over
I lay my head down to rest...

It’s been a long time, my friend
Many things have come to an end...

I was running low on fuel
Slowly falling behind...

* This is true, by the way ...
I had a dream the other night...

I've been angry
And I’ve been filled with hate...

I remember one morning
I woke up and for a second or two...

Hello, perfect friend
With perfect hair...

* I wrote this a year and four months ago ... so...
This is a story about a duck...