my face morphs into someone ive never seen in a mirror in which i can see smudgy hand prints melting down to the floor in a calming yellow room with drunken teddy bears. i dont have a plan. im flying by the seat of my pants. sometimes i make the right decision, sometimes the wrong. sometimes the decision doesnt make sense at all and its kind of like life that way. [take my picture off your wall if you cry when you look away, let go of the pain i have caused you, i float with you amongst the clouds in my dreams]