There is no history

There is only now.

Night owl blues

Je suis levĂ© trop tard comme d’habitude.

Fuzzy mirrors

So we get down with our fuzzy mirrors and swear everything is just fine

Open my heart

Count the scars
Read all the days of my passion

All the way there and back

I have come a long way to where I am today and yet there is so much more ahead

Anyplace that I call home

Because the bear really don’t care

And I walk amongst the ruins

of the love that used to be

Too long distance

Tired of making out on the telephone

Searchin’

I just wanted to dance

What’s in a name?

Everybody says it, but what does it mean to me?

Semicolon

To be continued

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