seaside improvisation — you wanted happiness, i can't blame you for that, and maybe a mouth sounds idiotic when it blathers on about joy, but tell me you love this, tell me you're not miserable.
litany in which certain things are crossed out — down the alley, around the arcade, up the stairs of the building to the little room with the broken faucets, your drawings, all your things, i looked out the window and said this doesn't look that much different from home.
i had a dream about you — these are the dreams we should be having. i shouldn't have to clean them up like this.
you are jeff — don't leave the room until i come back from the dead for you. i'll come back from the dead for you. .... keep talking. i'll...