today has been cluttered with broken teeth and filthy stitches and a conscience that won't shut up. now, i understand that your worst is beating the hell out of my best, and i can take it...but what i don't think that i'll ever get is how you turned out like all the rest...but i can take it, and that says a lot about the difference between me and you. if you're all i've got then i'll have nothing left after what i'm about to do. so let's begin this autumn drive - one jerk of the wheel and we'll see how cold this november water really is and i'll watch as your blood runs thin through infected wounds and softened scars. today was my favorite kind of day - filled with the things we fear will find us where we sleep and fuck us where we breathe...the things that won't just fade away the way i let you fade away. today was my favorite kind of day.