this_song silentbob it was our song, once, but now its someone else's. the words and music apply to us no longer, and everything i thought about it back then has been forgotten. 001202 ... unhinged that you sang to me over my answering machine (still in my parents basement; i never erased that message) came on the radio at work yesterday. i smiled a bittersweet smile. the memory of you coming to pick me up afterwards, how excited you were about joining a new band, flashed past my eyes. 'i want to thank you for letting me be myself again' i_wonder how are you today sam ? 090223 ... oren there's nothing bright about it... 090223 what's it to you? who go blather from