"won't you miss me?" you said inside grand central station, i miss winter just because i miss when i knew you best, i miss the typewriter in the basement, i miss making your room a mess, i miss not being misused, i miss it all, so i guess i lose...you moved to montreal, to be closer to france, how's that working out, how's the music, how's the food?, i know you won't stay there forever, i know you're gonna move again and again and again...you always put me first, and somehow that broke my heart, 'cause it's not my place to choose my first love, and my only muse, sea green, see blue.” ~jaymay

spring turns into summer, this album covers the last days of spring, my trip to st. louis, and a visit from Mom & Chris to NYC...MEGA update!