Pull One Excuse From Another

i don't have the heart to tell my mother that i don't like her chili.
[now, in the deep and down.]


i remember meeting you that night, in your car.
i remember seeing your face for the first time since...
and thinking, you are still beautiful.
you tasted the same. (can we change our taste? how's that for table talk?)

the grass was wet. the dirt was dry. i remember seeing your face for the first time since...

i don't mean to undermine all that i stand for,
but i fear i was doomed to write teenage epics.

(thank you. you're welcome.)

'are we pretending to be unhappy?'
'no. it's real. but i really, really liked that movie.'

'music is my worst enemy. songs about drugs, sex, and alcohol warrant all of my actions.'
'we. are. not. having. this. conversation.'

i'm sorry; i had a feeling you were right.