And Then, If You Make It To

I Know He Was Desperate. That Makes People Do All Kinds Of Crazy Things.

All The Times These Arms Were My Only Refuge From The World. Perhaps Not Fully Appreciated Then, But So Sweet In My Memory, And Now Gone Forever.

It Means Thanks, It Means Admiration, It Means Good-bye To Someone You Love.

It’s The First Time I’ve Ever Kissed A Boy, Which Should Make Some Sort Of Impression I Guess, But All I Can Register Is How Unnaturally Hot His Lips Are From The Fever.

As Long As You Can Find Yourself, You’ll Never Starve.