I've Never Even Been To Long Island

Escape From The Realm Of The Dead Is Impossible. She's Not Dead. Not This Time.

It Was Considerably Larger Than A Knife Hilt.

I Thought About Telling Him The Truth: 'oh, Nothing. Just Having My Soul Exorcised So I Can Roam Around Purgatory, Looking For The Ghost Of The Dead Cowboy Who Used To Live In My Bedroom.

Lilly Says I Have An Overactive Imagination And A Pathological Need To Invent Drama In My Life.

It Will Hurt. Because Deep Down, I'll Know There Was Someone.. Someone I Was Supposed To Have Met. Only I'll Never Meet Him. I'll Go Through My Whole Life Waiting For Him To Come Along, Only He Never Will. What Kind Of Life Is That?