And I know you cry too
So much more than I ever will
And I wish I could relate
to a hole so consumingly black.

Here's to the way that certain songs
Come on the radio when they fit
Into the spaces in our conversation
They always say what we don't.

Slowly we philosophize
All that will lead to our later demise
You're thinner than you used to be
Sometimes I wish I was too

Just so I had something to tell you.

- Lani - .03