The good feeling's fading.

I'm surprised it lasted this long.

Not really looking forward to my birthday.

I just want a balloon.

For the first time in my life.

It's not because I don't know what to write about.

It's because I don't want to write.

Ever again.

And then I asked myself.

What have I done?

I haven't dreamed.

About Spirited Away in a long while.

Last night was the first time I've dreamed about it in over a year.

And I woke up feeling more wistful than ever.

'Cause you've got me on my knees.

And you just keep on getting closer.