achey bones

happy fits, the

fell down the stairwell; had tripped on my feet

my heart got untied and laced with ennui

dear mr. shoemaker

make me some cleats

how it'd be lovely to step on my dreams

i see

i see it's too true to believe

you were just lying next to me

heal it all and by the hour forget

see it all and say

who? who? '