it's a backwards attraction to your forward eyes

but you're so far-sighted that you can't place trust

in what or who you recognize

we sped the plymouth cross the banks of the mississippi river

mary timony was smaller then a super ball...

chitter-chatter all these secrets started giving me the shivers

plain and simply broken down near olympia

i think your bruise was understanded,

'cause you can't feel this anymore

it's getting bluer and you can't keep faking

that you can't feel this anymore