Still a little bit of your taste in my mouth
Still a little bit of you laced with my doubt
Still a little hard to say what's going on

Still a little bit of your ghost your witness
Still a little bit of your face I haven't kissed
You step a little closer each day
Still I can't say what's going on

Stones taught me to fly
Love taught me to lie
Life taught me to die
So it's not hard to fall
When you float like a cannonball

Still a little bit of your song in my ear
Still a little bit of your words I long to hear
You step a little closer to me
So close that I can't see what's going on

Stones taught me to fly
Love taught me to lie
Life taught me to die
So it's not hard to fall
When you float like a cannon

Stones taught me to fly
Love taught me to cry
So come on courage!
Teach me to be shy
'Cause it's not hard to fall
And I don't wanna scare her
It's not hard to fall
And I don't wanna lose
It's not hard to grow
When you know that you just don't know

Damien Rice-Cannonball

It's the littlest things (and more often that not, the unexpected ones) that help me get through the long and agonyfilledtothebrim days. Like today-I was exceptionally sleepy and grouchy and dry-eyed. Fuck. But... ;)
Break-outs(and their little anal friends) have decided to drop me a visit after 6 months.
I dunno what I'm typing already. Must be the stress. I hate tmr too.

*Death is but the beginning of another journey.