Oh then, perhaps at the end of it all.. we will meet somewhere.

Oh then, perhaps at the end of it all.. things don't change so much. they are all clouds I make things out of.

stiff. forever formal. I should work
at this business of being friends.

does me no good. does me no bad. but leaves
me all sad. so must be bad after all.

how do I make a total fool
of myself, time after time?

-this champion of unrequited love, I amaze myself!

you looked over my shoulders out into the sea, and all this while
I was watching the sun.

Sad that I was watching the sun.