Now that there are three of us, I need to remember to stop buying food for two. Who knew Ernie could eat so bloody much? That boy's stomach is completely endless.
Daphne's drunken post got me thinking. What if he's not dead? What happens then? Where does that leave me? Us? Us? That leaving thing isn't looking so bad anymore. BAD TRAIN OF THOUGHT. Someone should probably just come beat some sense into me. Answers to my questions would also be of some service.
I watch the morning dawn upon your skin
A splinter in the light
It caught and frayed the very heart of us
It's been hiding there inside for all this time
How a sure thing winds up just like this
Clockwork silence only knows
And it's no one's fault
There's no black and white
Only you and me
On this endless night
And as the hours run away
With another life
Oh, darling can't you see
It's now or never
It's now or never
Sweeping eggshells still at 3 A.M.
We're trying far too hard
The tattered thought balloons above our heads
Sinking in the weight of all we need to say
Why's and what if's have since long played out
Left us short on happy endings
That is all.