Tekster:
Digger Monte Carlo

Scared to death of the telephone. Cringe at the thought of ever being alone. I've got quite a lack of vertebrae to say the words I know I have to say

Hard to keep myself satisfied and my head straight. I can feel the boredom creeping in. I keep writing to stay occupied. These words on paper. What do

Sometimes I wish that I could climb inside a cave and die. Seems I can't anywhere no matter how hard I try. Is there something deep inside me striving

When I saw you standing there, it was crystal clear to me that it just wouldn't be fair for you to be stuck with a guy like me. When I saw you yesterday

Finally worked up the nerve to say a few words to your face. You were always on my mind, now you're on your way to my place. First time we met I lost

It's funny how things change, and affect the things you do. Taking a big chance, and I'm taking it on you. Now I'm standing, feeling like I should have

I can't remember the last time I felt this bad. And I didn't mean to throw it all away. I wanted to leave, but knew that I should stay. It's the day