I Don't Think You Can Call It

Even Bad Times Have Good Things In Them To Make You Feel Alive.

I Don't Think You Can Call It Stalking When It's Just Phone Calls And Letters And Emails And Knocking On The Door.

I'd Stay There, Or Not, And I'd Eat, Or Not, And I'd Drink, Or Not, And Go Home, Or Not, And What I Did Or Didn't Do Wouldn't Matter To Anyone At All. And I Walked For Most Of The Day. Do People Get Sad On Holiday Sometimes? I Can Imagine They Do, Having All That Time To Think.

Everything's Complicated, Even Those Things That Seem Flat In Their Bleakness Or Sadness.

Sometimes We Have To Be Judged By Our One-offs.