I Want To Be Your Grand Finale

I'll repeat: when I said I'd return to you I meant it more like a relapse.

It's not death I fear, it's the funeral. There is nothing worse than being locked inside here just to have everyone chalk this up to a chemical.

I see the dollar signs in their eyes when we hang. I'm just a hall pass to them. But the halls are empty and need company. Truth is, we are all just waiting for the bell to ring so we can go home. I just lack direction.

Got another writing credit on something you'll hear this Spring. Get ready for The Cab. They're our next great ride into '08.

Intertwined friends and Sunday morning smirks are my new favorite thing. It's not quite romance just yet, but it will do.