I've Grown Tired Of Love You Are

Even Without Wars, Life Is Dangerous.

My Heart Is On A Budget. It Keeps Me On The Brink.

Well, One Gets Out Of Bed And The Planets Don't Always Hiss Or Muck Up The Day, Each Day.

Suicides Have A Special Language. Like Carpenters They Want To Know Which Tools. They Never Ask Why Build.

Our Eyes Are Full Of Terrible Confessions.