so i might call the song "i was right all along"...
...though I guess in the end it doesn't matter if i'm right or wrong because all it amounts to is a brief moment of elation or self-deprecation followed by a return to the monotony of life on this awful island.
Next time you want a date with razor blades and need a canvas, use my skin...
I'd blame the shift in weather, but I like dreary days. They remind me that this spaceship is in a neutral setting, just coasting along until it finally gets someplace worthwhile.
