there's a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out but I'm too clever, I only let him out at night sometimes when everybody's asleep. I say, I know that you're there, so don't be sad. then I put him back, but he's singing a little in there, I haven't quite let him die and we sleep together like that with our secret pact and it's nice enough to make a man weep, but I don't weep, do you?

I was in love again. I was in trouble

I knew it would be you

The secret is writing down one simple line after another.

I am for the small man who has not forgotten, for the man who loves his beer and his women and his sunlight

Love dries up, I thought as I walked back to the bathroom, even faster than sperm.

Are you becoming what you've always hated?