Breaking up is kind of like waking up with tiny shards of a broken martini glass in your lower body. You are mildly aware of how they got there, dumb or drunk enough to sit where you just shattered a martini glass, and it hurts like hell with no concept of how good or bad the drink acually tasted. In lighter news they stopped selling fruitopia in the U.S. in 2001. I love answers. A walk like a burned out porn star With aching feet for a car My buddy had a baby with a girl named star Makes me appreciate how the little things are But crossing a road isn't easily told To a young has-been centerfold Labelled a winner's episode Yeah, I'm really clean if you know what I mean Except for this recurring dream Of losing total feeling While the windmill's squealing The windmill's squealing I paint to kill the dead saints I paint to make it clear My colors run in blue and gray But they give hope to someone dear Yeah, yeah, yeah, 2AM lovesick With a walking pneumonia drumkick And this candle doesn't have a wick But I'm really not that scared No, I'm not that scared A walk like a burned out porn star With aching feet for a car My buddy had a baby with a girl named star Makes me appreciate how the little things are-Blue Ocotber