It's a backwards attraction to your forward eyes but you're so far-sighted that you can't place trust in what or who you recognize we sped the plymouth cross the banks of the mississippi river mary timony was smaller then a super ball... chitter-chatter all these secrets started giving me the shivers plain and simply broken down near olympia i think your bruise was understanded, 'cause you can't feel this anymore it's getting bluer and you can't keep faking that you can't feel this anymore