I Grew Up With The Biologists. I

How Could I Be Sleeping With This Particular Man.... Surely Only True Love Could Justify My Lack Of Taste.

I Want, I Don’t Want. How Can One Live With Such A Heart?

When We Think Of The Past It's The Beautiful Things We Pick Out. We Want To Believe It Was All Like That.

...and Nostalgia Swept Through Jimmy Like A Sudden Hunger.

A Home Filled With Nothing But Yourself. It's Heavy, That Lightness. It's Crushing, That Emptiness.