Not Everything's Nice And Rosey And Good...

Now At Last I've Understood...

What Gerry Was Saying...

That Game We Were Playing...

When Nothing But Razors And Children Held Sway...

That Night I Was Bleeding...

With No Interceeding...

No Ambulance Came To Get In The Way.

The Darkness Is Comfort When Our Bones Are Seen...

The Starkness Of Them In Our Every Day Dreams...

The Cold Depths Of Sorrow...

The Light Of Despair...

The Look In His Eyes...

How Much Did We Care?

When Brian Was Dying I Was Dating Another...

An Asshole Named Gene Who Was Fucking With Others...

While My Friend Was Dying Of Bullets Through Flesh...

I Was Off Crying For Souls That Would Mesh In Shadow Confusion...

That Sadness Infusion...

That Nightmare I Lived When The Children Were Gone...

And I Could Confess Then...

That I'd Always Want Him...

That I Was Left Standing...

The Only One Left...

That I Truly Loved Him...

That I Always Loved Him...

That I Would Still Love Him...

Love Him Till Death.