I'm Sick Of Not Having

I Can’t Explain What I Mean. And Even If I Could, I’m Not Sure I’d Feel Like It.

Ask Her If She Still Keeps All Her Kings In The Back Row.

I Knew It Wasn't Too Important, But It Made Me Sad Anyway.

I Thought What I'd Do Was I'd Pretend I Was One Of Those Deaf-mutes.

We Don't Talk, We Hold Forth. We Don't Converse, We Expound.