Practice makes perfect.

Since then, nothing's been hitting my mind... Wait, no. That's a lie. Plenty have been passing through. I just haven't been able to put things out into words. But basically, we're getting there again. Almost. Although, not quite at all. When I think I've got something, it's gone.

Let me just say though, she's plastered. I'm solemn.

Cycled.

I didn't know, but I did...

The heated droplets fall from the chilled fire with pieces of you inside.

It's not because you held your hand out for her. You also just slapped me with that same hand too.

I'm looking for the guy to end the cycle still.

Girls do what they want.

I wonder and ask.
I get nothing.
You seem like a hard case to crack.
Oh what was that?
You were looking for crack?...
Go on to the woman over there.
She's got the crack and will use it.
She'll use it for her, and she'll use it on you.

Tell me what you will.
I'll find out the rest on my own.
I won't give up on this gig.
I'll figure it out just like how I put this together.

Girls do what they want.

I know, I know. I don't know. But maybe from now knowing, I do know...