and it never snows anymore, but the days get shorter anyway
and my eyes dry up and I can't see
and even the moon at perigee isn't enough to bring you closer to me
and everyone knows I'm evil
but you think I'm good
and I feel like I got shot out of a cannon last night
keep your troubles inside
don't let them get in the way of anyone else's good time
have you ever seen despair?
have you ever seen a less disparate pair?
this time I wasn't there, but did you really care?
do you ever really care?