I can't think.
Thanks for clouding my head again.
We're workin' overtime here
but there's no time and a half.

Maybe I should start stealing from work.
...you know what I mean...

Our careless endeavors
won't cease to continue.
Are they anything more than instinct?

You're the only one who makes
me write 'til my fingers bleed.
Are you proud?

Can we redefine friendship?

If you think so, you're wrong...
but we can redefine self.
We do it everytime we're together.

Makes me wonder sometimes why it never worked.

Thanks for clouding my head again.
I mean it.

08/09/2004