04/03/2004: "when tomorrow gets here where will yesterday be?"

Well I'm lost,
I'm afraid,
Rope tied down a leaky boat,
To the roof of a car on a road in the dark and it's snowing.

If I'm more,
Then it means less,
Last call for happiness,
I'm your dress near the back of your knees and your slip is showing.

Beauty's just another word,
I'm never certain how to spell,
Go tell the nurse to turn the TV back on,
And throw away my misery,
It never meant that much to me,
It never sent a get-well card.

die weakerthans, reconstruction site. wow.