Just a Note.

Bid goodbye to the better part of daylight. I felt the come on coming on alright of unfaithful rays, of sad displays of independence. I've not been drinking; I've been worrying the floorboards with wandering weight with fits of figure eights. I'm only barely young; I'm old enough to repeat the same mistakes. I am all other hands those other times each anyway and then. I am so sad to say, like yesterday, a do you remember when - I am pretending otherwise lacking appeal. You never really learned to fake well what you don't feel.


I've done small things that i'm not proud of. Just remember though; i'm better than you and you know it.