There Are Some Nights When You Just

The Night Is Falling Down Around Us. Meteors Rain Like Fireworks, Quick Rips In The Seam Of The Dark... Every Second, Another Streak Of Silver Glows: Parentheses, Exclamation Points, Commas - A Whole Grammar Made Of Light, For Words Too Hard To Speak.

The Problem Was , You Never Heard Anyone Say,"wow, Check Out The Brain On That Babe.

You Can't Win. Either You Have The Baby And Wear Your Pain On The Outside, Or You Don't Have The Baby, And You Keep That Ache In You Forever

If You Live In Each Other's Pockets Long Enough, You're Related.

I Think...she Said Finally, "that All Of Us Have Got Our Ghosts.