I run the whole album start to finish. The Charles River at 5:45am. By Mercy Mercy Me I'm somewhere I can't name. I've done this maybe two hundred times. It still works.

My father played this every Sunday. I didn't really hear it until I was thirty. I called him. We didn't say much.

He was a neurosurgeon who got lung cancer at 36. He wrote this while dying. I'm a scientist. I've thought about this. Not like this.

2023. We'd broken up 5 years ago. It was supposed to be a test. Could we make it this time? Separate beds, same room in Miami. A wedding weekend. Somebody else's wedding. She was still as beautiful, and she sang for me while I grieved what was yet to happen. Come on, skinny love, just last the year. It will always be our song. We were never going to last, no matter how many times we tried, again. I hate her for the crippled heart I have.