In any city, in any country, go to any mental institution or halfway house you can get yourself to. When you reach the front desk, ask to visit someone who calls himself “The Holder of the End”. Should a look of child-like fear come over the workers face, you will then be taken to a cell in the building. It will be in a deep hidden section of the building. All you will hear is the sound of someone talking to themselves echo the halls. It is in a language that you will not understand, but your very soul will feel unspeakable fear.

Should the talking stop at any time, STOP —

I start a new -

text document, to write about you, not you, I meant the other one, the one that’s been

steering you away – any day now, I saw it coming — so long ago, you know I’ve seen

stupid things happen, I fucked up my self, so what, these things can be sorted out clean / I

do not mean to plead, I do not mean to dream, I’m tryin to be real to you and to me / give me five

- five days, you asked me for them, so what, I told you I’d be happy to comply but

time dragged on, and just like a bomb – kaboom it all went up – in the fuckin’ air,

I swear I’d do anything – just to get back with you, you know, don’t put on a show, – We’re

talking bout us, never let go of us, us, only us, dragging us behind YO

- Celophane wrap on all our love, for a future date – store it all away,

even in the fridge it may all decay, store it all away

I don’t belive in -

problems, only in hard situations, time puts us places we don’t wanna be, gotta learn

how to react, survive and detach from the line, learn to put shit all behind, rip

up all the celophane, wrapped up around your dreams your memories, take it all back, re-

act don’t let all the crap consume you, it’ll break up your back

- Celophane wrap on all our love, for a future date – store it all away,

even in the fridge it may all decay, store it all away