i can't listen to kid a without remembering how i posted it through your letterbox when you were too drunk to answer the door
no surprises is ruined, i followed you down the aisle to it, me walking. you in a box.
you let me borrow the bends when i was a kid and lit up at my love for it
then worried ok computer would make me too sad
it didn't then. it does now.
you ruined radiohead for me
there are too many memories
