ten tons against me and you've gone
I put your favorite records onand sit aroundit spins aroundand you're around againstruck dumb while drugs run at how high reedscue every memory at half-speedsjust like....charles, hold-me-downs
I'm-coming soundscut crap, who's filling shoes like these anymore?past clumsy crushes beneath 
Thrill Pierhopes pinned to poses honed in men's room mirrorsa sophomore at 
Brownshe worked 
Lost & Found
I put your face on her all yearfrom five rows of photos when you wroteof posed you, dressed blue, a backyard boatsigned at the bottom with this quote:(#4 North Shore) a cape may addressyour new one 
I guess'all's well in hell and all here's hoping'she sends kissessome signed 'with 
Love, Beth oooooo xxxxx'she sends kissessame old beth - some signed 666our shore town knockdown sure was funyeah, white trash, what have you
I fired replies back gun by gunpast 
Seven Wrecks 
I read your four answers: 1. your move 2. 
I'm tres involved 3. move on 4. love, 
BethI walk it downthis tourist town'just thought 
I'd' callsjust friendsshe sends kissesand all at once back doors blow openshe sends.... in envelopes stamped w/ '
Hope & Hearts' - ripped right openshe sends...but 
I'm corrupt - 
I wrote back good luck