"Unusually writing of DKNY?"

Me... or the thought of me?

I like picture frames... but they symbolize borders. You're blocking everything in the outside in world beyond the walls of where you want to be. Rememberance of times held dear... a time capsule made for all to see. When time stands still I'll be drinking a cup of tea with my friend Bea... trice.

Me... or the thought of me?

Vivo en Ma-ho-pac. I'm free in the world... but where am I now? Am I here where you need me to be... or would that really need be where I need to be?

Me... or the thought of me?

I'm here as part of your side... standing here waiting for my role in the game. Hey, Coach... is it my turn now? Been ready for all time now... waiting for you is the past.

Me... or the thought of me?

Lovely brown locks now of gold shining luster... the thought of you now makes my heart float and fluster. It's cold out tonight, but as the stars shine so bright, don't give any light as you walk into my sight.

Me... or the thought of me?

Baby, you're a bitch... and I hate your guts. I wish I had something more heart-felt and romantic, but you suck so much I go back to the Titanic. You're hateful to a tee, you remind me of a bee... You reach into a flower, why do I end up with the thorn?

You... or the thought of you?

The thought of you makes me sick, sweetheart... or should I say, 'YOU'RE A PRICK!!' What's the deal with your hastiness towards me? I decided that I'm finally gonna go... 'I'M GONNA DO IT!! You'll find me in Kokomo!'

Baby, what's left for me to say right now? Actually, it's out of place, Kristina's afraid of clowns... Darling, my dear, I had to get that off my chest... I'm sorry to say, I'm definitely the best...

Sooooooo, you can't have me... The best of me is yet to come... all that's left for you is the thought of me...

The End...?

The Singing Hopeless Man

Hey baby, good morning. How nice of you to bare your soul. The night had hardly started when you all too soon departed... yet somehow you woke in my arms.

Hey baby, how nice of you to share the song. It's great to know what's on your mind, to put what's happened far behind. You said you couldn't find the words to explain the happenings absurd... but when you couldn't find your thoughts to say, I understood you anyway.

Hey baby, how are you today? What's on your mind? What's in your heart? What's happened since the sun has turned to dark.

Oh, deary, what are you doing now? Did you still have your heart set on the trip to see the clowns? It's been a while since we saw those guys... and all too long since those last goodbyes.

Dear Daisy, I hope this finds you well. Last time we spoke I saw the sun rise as your door slammed me in the face. Again my heart got in the way as I did not know exactly what to say... If I had a power under my control, I would take back what I stammered so, when I was gone and told to go... Next time I write I promise you that more than promises I can do...

Baby, this is the last song I could ever write about our 'love' that fateful night when the future seemed to begin to change as we both began to search for blame. The truth is I would never start to build a love within my heart... without a cause, without a reason... It's hard to believe it's the change of season. My love for you began to grow when facts were laid I did not know. I fell in love with the role they wrote for you... and you played your part to a 'T'. You did not have a simple clue, what was this poor boy supposed to do?... This time it's my heart that's crying for 'line'. What has happened between us is in the past... why couldn't that present forever last? What we could had might've been the best we have hoped for until we rest... But I still write you all the same, I hope this letter finds you well...

...oh wait... wish my my brother the best as well.