Nobody Ever Finds The One

The Streets Were Full Of Insane & Dull People. Most Of Them Lived In Nice Houses And Didn't Seem To Work, And You Wondered How They Did It.

It Seems I Make A Lot Of Mistakes And It Seems That I Am Not Allowed Any.

I'm Very Clever At Hiding Poems Perhaps More Clever Than I Am At Writing Them.

In This Room The Hours Of Love Still Make Shadows.

Don’t Do It. Don’t Love Me.