P.S. Love The Black Lyrics
Make a wish upon your middle finger Wasting your affections on another dark haired girl With skin so pale Its translucence pulls you in and chokes you up

*Ben Folds*
Fred sits alone at his desk in the dark,
there's an awkward young shadow who waits in the hall.
Yeah, he's cleared all his things and he's put them in boxes;
things that remind him that life has been good.
Twenty-five years, he's worked at the paper,
the man's here to take him downstairs;

Dear Brother Lyrics
Recorded by hank williams, sr. (with audrey williams) Words and music by hank williams, sr. [c] dear brother, mama left us this morning Death's [g7]

and "I'm sorry, Mr. Jones, it's time"

There was no party, and there were no songs,
'cause today's just a day like the day that he started,
and no one is left here who knows his first name,
and life barrels on like a runaway train
where the passengers change, but they don't change anything
you get off someone else c

Angelina: Chthonian Earth: Her Face Forms Worms Lyrics
Another day another night It's all the same, but is it forever Another way another time Silence and happiness now together Another end another lif

n get on

and "I'm sorry, Mr. Jones, it's time"

*w/John Mcrae*
Street light shines through the shades,
casting lines on the floor, and lines on his face
he reflects on the day.
Fred gets his paints out and goes to the basement
projecting some slides
onto a plain white canvas
and traces it,

One Big Soul Lyrics
I'll be there in the summer sky In the tears that you cry I'll be there when the darkness falls at night I'll be there in the snow and rain Sof

fills in the spaces.
He turns off the slides, and it doesn't look right.
Yeah, and all of these bastards have taken his place,
he's forgotten but not yet gone.

and "I'm sorry, Mr. Jones...
and "I'm sorry, Mr. Jones...
and "I'm sorry, Mr. Jones, it's time"

*Ben Folds: "John Mcrae of Cake, y'all"*