from the window, to the wall for the past four years i can't see through regret to the bed, to the desk to the past four years and an unresolved death to the afternoon hindering the rest
to the wall, to the wall to the window, to the floor to the the past ten tiers staring up from my desk reconciliation used to be a waking smile arms outstretched over in a minute ready for the best
for the window, to the wall to the desk, to the bed some reconciliations are simply never met
dear kim rodgers, i thought i would die with you paula gincorelly, i thought i would die with you keri catsch, i thought i would die with you andrea lea cornell, i was ready to die with you marianna fuchita, i thought i would die with you dear alexandra clark
i thought i would die with you, cause i was willing to die with you as i always planned about dying with you