I don’t get it…I completely understand…She’s the perfect person…I hate the bitch…I’d like to talk to her and not say a word…My thought out instinct is simply intricate…That’s all…That’s all downhill…Disappointing holiday…We never got there…Disappointing holiday…Nothing happens…You get softer as you soak me up…There’s a beauty in those words that bind…A subtlty we can thank or find…The less I try the more easier it gets…It’s not me it’s the attention you allow…You ate yours…You ate mine too…Mine too…You get softer as you soak me up…You breathe deeper as you choke me up…Nothing ever seems to happen