Worse Even Than Your Maddening Song, Your

I Get Into A Rut, Unable To Yank My Mind Out Of It.

A Ring Of Gold With The Sun In It? Lies. Lies And A Grief.

Please, I Want So Badly For The Good Things To Happen.

If You Pluck Out My Heart To Find What Makes It Move, You’ll Halt The Clock That Syncopates Our Love.

It Was Sometime In October; She Had Long Ago Lost Track Of All The Days And It Really Didn’t Matter Because One Was Like Another And There Were No Nights To Separate Them Because She Never Slept Any More.