Falling through pages of Martens on angels feeling my heart pull West I saw
the future dressed as a stranger love in a space-dye vest. Love is an act of
blood, I'm bleeding, pool in the shape of a heart. Beauty projection in the
reflection always the worst way to start.

"...but he's the sort who can't know anyone intimately, least of all a woman.
He doesn't know what a woman is. He wants you for a possession, something to
look at like a painting or an ivory box. Something to own and to display. He
doesn't want you to be real, or to think, or to live. He doesn't love you.
But I love you. I want you to have your own thoughts, and ideas, and
feelings, even when I hold you in my arms. It's our last chance... It's our
last chance..."
[Male vocal sample: actor Julian Sands from the film "A Room With A View".]

Now we're apart I'm trying to take it learning to swallow the rage. Found a
new girl I think we can make it as long as she stays on the page. This is not
how I want it to end. And I'll never be open again.

"...when we come back, America's widely..."
"...attacks, and a maniac..."
"...all this pressure here..."
"...that we often have when we celebrate when, uh, when someone has been away
from us and is now coming back. But that doesn't mean that... [static] ...our
arms around them, and that everything is now fine..."
"...fast-paced wholesome gridiron action..."
[Random vocal samples: channel surfing.]

"...look, uh, you're 21 and I'm 33...
Are you trying to say you don't want to see me again?
No... no, not at all, absolutely not... Yes.
Age doesn't matter..."
[Male and female vocal samples: an episode of the TV show "Full House".]

"[unintelligible]...a lot of, uh, women out there...[unintelligible]...
because they don't feel that they have rejected the church... the church has
rejected them... and [unintelligible]... people wander in and out of these...
[unintelligible]"
[Male vocal sample: unknown (sounds like a talk show about women & the ]
[Catholic church). ]

There's no one to take my blame if they wanted to there's nothing to keep me
sane and it's all the same to you. There's nowhere to set my aim so I'm
everywhere. Never come near me again. Do you really think I need you? I'll
never be open, I could never be open again. I'll never be open, I could never
be open again. And I smile and I learn to pretend, but I'll never be open
again. And I'll have no more dreams to defend. And I'll never be open again.