I Have Become Very Good At Clearing

I Only Have Eyes For You.

I Can See That The Sadness Has Returned. And It's Not A Beautiful Sadness- Beautiful Sadness Is A Myth. Sadness Turns Our Features To Clay, Not Porcelain.

This Isn't Even Something I've Feared, Because I Never Knew It Was A Possibility.

Simon: That's Disgusting! Me: What's Disgusting? Simon: You Know. You Put Your Thing In The Place Where He, Um, Defecates.

I Measure The Moment In The Heartbeats I Skip