ive got a fetish for the way everything sounds so much better in my head, 8 o clock in the morning, just laying in bed, rewind through my mind, trying to remember my favorite line i said yesterday, kept it on the inside, told myself the same lie, ill remember this one tomorrow, got in front of a blog and met with instant sorrow, memorybank robbed, the message displayed as "sorry, could not retrieve data" and i must confess, i knew this would happen, half the fun of losing your mind is that its so hard to find on later dates in the rain, well im not washed up, im just wet under the eyes.