if you stare at the veins in my arm long enough, they look like they spell out "regret". maybe its just because im looking at the through last years eyes. i spun a globe the other day and stopped it with my finger. i told myself wherever it landed, that's where i'll spend the rest of my life. part of me knew it would be somewhere in the middle of the Atlantic, and i was right. i guess ill just sink to the bottom and wait until the air runs out. i wrote my own eulogy, but it reads more like a suicide note. you know, full of apologies and whatnot. this isn't the first time i've said goodbye to this town. but it's the first time i've really meant it.