And we got the eyes to see another broken life that's full of all the awful things that I made

How long will it take until you ruin things again?

I hate change.

If only I had more time

You've got a nerve to be asking a favor / You've got a nerve to be calling my number

Someday, I'm telling you / They'll make a memory machine / To wax our hearts to a blinding sheen / To wash away the grief

merely alive, not living

finally... my connection's back

don't you love when your connection freaks out for no reason

making a website is easy, they said