After All, How Often Do

You Can't Go Back To How Things Were. How You Thought They Were. All You Really Have Is...now.

Maybe If I Forgot Things Once In A While, We'd All Be A Little Bit Happier.

I Repeat His Words In My Head. What's Going On? What's Going On? Oh, Well, Since You Asked, I Got A Bunch Of Tapes In The Mail Today From A Girl Who Killed Herself. Apparently, I Had Something To Do With It. I'm Not Sure What That Is, So I Was Wondering If I Could Borrow Your Walkman To Find Out. 'not Much,' I Say.

I Swear, Guys In Groups Are Capable Of The Stupidest Things." "like War," Kellan Says, Heaping Napkins And Ketchup Packets Onto Her Tray. "and Jumping Off Rooftops." "and Lighting Their Farts On Fire," She Says.

A Lot Of You Cared, Just Not Enough.