Emily's skeleton called out "shotgun!"
Some things you've gotta learn to let go of.
Later on the way up to the attic
I realized even if we found it
the clothes in the box would be 5 years too small
and the whole idea was making me sick anyways.
She went as a college student.
I did too.
In the Mean Time I grew out my horns.
Summer drew bathwater
and then the knives from out our throats.
At the scene I heard my Art Teacher weeping.
His pictures only reinforced midnight.