If There's Anything I Look Down On,

The Box Is Only Temporary.

O Love, How Did You Get Here?

One Thing, I Try To Be Honest. And What Is Revealed Is Often Rather Hideously Unflattering.

No, I Won't Try To Escape Myself By Losing Myself In Artificial Chatter 'did You Have A Nice Vacation?' 'oh, Yes, And You?' I'll Stay Here And Try To Pin That Loneliness Down.

Love Is A Shadow. How You Lie And Cry After It