For some reason I can't get this song out of my head, so perhaps I will put up the lyrics. With the worries that I'd give her in they told the worst of me My wanting just to hold your neck in my arms and feel me squeeze No I'm not going to give you what you want so if you please The sin that shapes your voice carries my ears in this new disease did somebody take your "tongue" in worries of the words that you couldn't say if they could've saved them from but I don't want to sleep without so I bid to you goodnight tonight sleep tight my love the anxious through the calming storm you'll sit as you pray for rain I'll touch it if you ask me to but how is up to you no I'm not going to let you get up if you struggle willingly I'll favor all your form to show you how it's been done to me Did someboy take your "tongue" in worries of the words that you couldn't say if they could've saved them from but I don't want to sleep without so i bid to you goodnight sleep tight my love with all the words you say ...you'll save you were so well behaved as you arched and made your way this gift for you engraved the shift as stretch your legs you were so well behaved you were so well who taught these tricks that made...you were so well behaved if the world stops turning girl you better not stop when I say if there was nothing you could do to stop it why'd you try? then the ground starts parting through the silence as you woke up the dead everything here dies alone... but I'm not quite sure what you've been told on Labor Day I'm not starting with you but the faint of hearts Will worries weigh? but i'm not quite sure what this unfolds on Labor Day I'm not starting with you but the faint of hearts did somebody take your tongue in worries of the words that you couldn't say if they could've saved them from but i don't want to sleep without so i bid to you goodnight tonight sleep tight my love with all the words you say did somebody take your tongue in worries of the words that you couldn't say if they could've saved them from but i don't want to sleep without so i bid to you goodnight tonight sleep tight my gun. It is the Velorium Camper I: Faint of Heart by Coheed and Cambria. So I haven't been back here to write for a while. How is the audience of one, but mostly none? A lot of things have happened since last I spoke. But I will not elaborate right now, perhaps later. Many things are confusing me and I am under the impression that I should find out what is really going on before saying anything. Just in case I am wrong. I have been known to be quite a lot. For some reasons I think my latest adventure to home in Logan was almost a complete waste of time. The reason I say almost was because there were some good things that did happen along with the bad. I got to see friends, talk with them, and just be a complete moron and not care about things for a while. And then the bad was being bored, other people's problems, and new ones of my own. I attempted to talk, I really did. I got no responses back--other than a short "Hi. ." I should have kept trying, tried to break more ice in order to find out what is going on with everything. The reasons for silence, avoidance, and other such things that at the moment yield no purpose to my mind. The accoustic is drying. I hit it on the floor in frustration along with angry music. It was hot, until I realized I had just destroyed the inner framing of the guitar. And it was my only accoustic. So, being the smart one that I am, I have glued it back together with wood glue, hoping that it will work well. The world will keep turning. No one can stop that, I have realized this. Life will go on, and if a path of broken glass is the one we must take, then by all means take it. I am sure bandages can be found on the other side. Good Night