Sunday, May. 02, 2004 : And So it is..
Is this the place that I've been dreaming of? Oh sympathy, where have you gone? I'm getting old and I need something to rely on. So tell me when, you're gonna let me in. I'm getting tired and I need somewhere to begin.

So, if you have a minute why don't we go, talking about it, somewhere only we know. This could be the end of everything.

((I can't take my eyes off of you))

Feeling:
Listening to:
Pretending: