i could never be the one. shield yr eyes from the winter sun. we won't forget the first one. forget what i said, i never had no good advice but wouldn't it be nice. i lack in patience and in foresight. we want a heart in working condition, good looks, good disposition. i reject the notion that you can only have one. meet me at the coast by the ocean. i can hear it long distance, through the phone, through your callous statements. an imprint in wet cement, "i'm unlovable i am discontent."