| this is a silent night and there is no one here to remind me of why i've come back or why i left and i'm here again, trying to figure out what i'm supposed to do with all this trying to not know what i know and all the things i don't want to know and you are so far away from me both of you all three of you far, far away from where i'm thinking about leaving again thinking about going to some other choice if there is some other choice one two three four five six seven eight nine ten breathe out in out count to ten can i tell you what i've been thinking about lately? i know that we are very different and the chances of you and me actually lasting past dream time is slim like a cowboy. this is a country where only the brave come home. only the good die young. only the lonely can play. apple pie all around. last night i had a dream of darkness and i couldn't breathe and when i woke up i was choking myself psychologists call them night terrors Return to selections from i through x |