If you're looking for me, you can follow the scent of burnt bridges. And when you find me we can talk about sex and death and how I always let you down. We can get high and fantasize about futures that will never become the past.
I'm sorry I can't keep myself together long enough to express myself in a healthy manner. Breaking news: nothing's changed. I slept the night away again, as usual. I'm a bad influence on myself.
Track Name: Affectionately, Etc.
You leave daises on the front porch. She says, "I can't keep these. They remind me of funerals." So you buy her orchids. They're bright white and gorgeous. For years, the porch smells of orchids, but now it smells like daisies.