You were the first one in
I'm the first one out
20 feet Northwest, burning a cigarette
With conversations, and a fading tone
Well, I figured that much
Yeah, I expected that much from you but not from me
You're another never again
So just stand back as far as you can
You took photographs that you won't show me from the basement stairs
We've been talking now it's 9 AM
Dear, are we staying here?
Our sleep arrangements are overlapping
Kathleen, should they make a monument? But she left it back inside.
I started erasing a notebook worth reading twice.
A hundred lines separately conveying a message concealing truth.
Well I figured that much
I expected that much from you but not from me.

INVIA LE CORREZIONI