Actually, I Love Trying To Figure Out

Could Be My Soul Mate / Two Kindred Spirits / Maybe We're Not / I Guess We'll Never / Know

And Concentrating On The Spot Where The Two Spindles Should Be Is The Closest I Get To Looking Hannah's Eyes As She Tells My Story.

Everything Seemed Good, But I Knew It Had The Potential To Be Awful.

I Repeat His Words In My Head. What's Going On? What's Going On? Oh, Well, Since You Asked, I Got A Bunch Of Tapes In The Mail Today From A Girl Who Killed Herself. Apparently, I Had Something To Do With It. I'm Not Sure What That Is, So I Was Wondering If I Could Borrow Your Walkman To Find Out. 'not Much,' I Say.

I Can't. You Can't Rewrite The Past.