"you were a phonograph, i was a kid
i sat with an ear close, just listening
i was there when the rain tapped her way down your face
you were a miracle…i was just holdin' your space
well time has a way of throwing it all in your face
the past, she is haunted, the future is laced
heartbreak, you know, drives a big black car
swear i was in the back seat, just minding my own"
i like to pretend im fashionable but i dress like an old woman who never leaves her home. i aspire to be an author. most of my inspiration in collections and sets comes from characters, worlds, or towns that i've managed to create in my head or in writing. someday i want to live in the big city and constantly feel anonymous enough to do whatever i dream of. until then, however, i'll be here.