High Times In Harvey Taylor!
Part V:Rear window reflections.
I always try to see the best in people.
Or I just pretend to be blind.
Maybe, it's cause I'm not comfortable staring at
my half ghost reflection.

Rear mirror reflections,
I miss you.
You know, you guest star in my daytime,
soap opera fantasies often.
It's 11:11
and I wish I could make these fantasies
realities.
If you were here and they were gone.