We Can’t Always Tell The Whole Story

What Could Be Lonelier Than Trying To Communicate?

We’d Torn Open Our Chests And Shown Our Cowardly Hearts, And You Can Never Stay Friends After Something Like That

After The Film It Was Raining, A Light Steady Rain. Ruthless Neon On The Wet Streets Like Busted Candy.

I Didnt Finish The Stories Until We Went To The Philippines And I Got Malaria. I Couldnt Work And I Didnt Have Any Money, But I Had Seven Stories. So I Wrote Three Or Four More.

With Each Step My Heart Broke For The Person I Would Never Find, The Person Who'd Love Me.