In keeping with the current mood...

November 3, 1998
"O, Sweet Misery

'They can no longer cover or hide everything we've fucked up.'

All our excuses, our alibis
have slipped away unnoticed
they can no longer stop
the bleeding
from the scars we thought had healed.

My eyes have faded gray
And I see him
look from the grass to me
telling me about our bad habits
why we do the things we do
or
think the things we think.

Because we know no better way.
We don't know how to change.
We love our sweet misery."