Time Flows In Strange Ways On Sundays,

Whether It's Good For Anything Or Not, Cool Or Totally Uncool, In The Final Analysis What's Most Important Is What You Can't See But Can Feel In Your Heart.

Unfortunately, The Clock Is Ticking, The Hours Are Going By. The Past Increases, The Future Recedes. Possibilities Decreasing, Regrets Mounting.

"i Believe You," She Whispers After A Moment. "please Find My Mind."

There Are Ways Of Dying That Don't End In Funerals. Types Of Death You Can't Smell.

Start Making Excuses And There's No End To It. I Can't Live That Kind Of Life.