I Couldn't Feel So I Learned To

It's You My Love, You Who Are The Stranger.

I Didn't Want To Write For Pay. I Wanted To Be Paid For What I Write.

We Do What Only Lovers Can: Make A Gift Out Of Necessity.

What Were The Bodies Like On The Beach? Ugly And White And Ruined By Offices.

And What Can I Tell You, My Brother, My Killer, What Can I Possibly Say? I Guess That I Miss You, I Guess I Forgive You, I'm Glad You Stood In My Way