Baby you’re my light
I wish you hadn’t stayed
It’s not pretty if it’s fake
I fell for you like a child but the fire went wild
Didn’t we almost have it all
People need their history
Anything instant is half as good as anything slow
I lost track somewhere- what was real and what was performance
We each have our own place, and it remains long after home has become a question mark. Love it or loathe it, we leave it, but never lose it
Two tickets torn in half
