You Can't Tell Me What To Feel

Fridays Are The Hardest In Some Ways: You’re So Close To Freedom.

I Guess That’s Just Part Of Loving People: You Have To Give Things Up. Sometimes You Even Have To Give Them Up.

Maybe Before You Die, It's Your Ghosts You See.

I Used To Think That's What Love Was: Knowing Someone So Well He Was Like A Part Of You.

...and Once At Hana's House, When We Stole Some Blackberry Liqueur From Her Parents' Liquor Cabinet And Drank Until The Ceiling Started Spinning Overhead. Hana Was Laughing And Giggling, But I Didn't Like It, Didn't Like The Sweet Sick Taste In My Mouth Or The Way My Thoughts Seemed To Break Apart Like A Mist In The Sun.