I layed down. I thought. And I've said this before, and I'll say it again. Thinking never leads to anything good.. EVER. Don't know why I do it so much, but I do. And I'm begining to think it's inevitable. No matter what, I do, it always results in me thinking about shit. And I hate it. But, what the fuck am I guna do? Think some more. I want it to go away. But, then I'll have nothing good to think about, because the bad comes along with the good. I wish I could just put it behind me, but thats almost not possible. Whatever. In this blackout inertia will hold our thoughts And the exit sign offers no light to see by Can we cast our shadows alone in the dark? I can't see without you When the world is crashing down Part with it Start again When the world is crashing down These notes will fold themselves Standing at the margin's edge to see where the daybreak ends You can find compassion here But the page turns too fast We fell in this hole that opened up Giving up on hope Living without love And we still type black lines When the world comes crashing down These notes will fold themselves Adjust the aperture to focus on the negative Like phosphors in the darkroom ignite Like dodging faces in the corner of the print Frame by frame this hole is opening up and we fall in There is no such thing as whole There is a hole in the world Bye.