You've come home. it's been two years. we never heard a word about it. now here you are under the overhang. those suitcases make you look crowded. the distance in your eyes is more apparent than we remembered. cigarettes, month-old dress, your lips- still, confused, and parted. and you say, "can i sit down?" but i can't hear you. the dogs are barking in the background. and you reach for the door knob. i don't try to stop you. i know you can't sit yourself too long.
| 1 | K.V. T-Shirt |
| 2 | Accident Waiting To Happen |
| 3 | On The Tracks |
| 4 | Streets |
| 5 | Runaway |
| 6 | Lights Out |
| 7 | Her Last Day |
| 8 | Half Fiction |
| 9 | Sleeping Motor Boy |
| 10 | Portrait Of A Cigarette |