I'm Still Here.

(In Printouts All Over My Living Room Floor)

The story begins. And then it's scratched and it begins somewhere else. And then it begins in Kentucky, and then it begins in Los Angeles, and then it feels right.

The story began with a new love. And then it's scratched out.

The story began with an older love. And then it feels right.

And then the story is saying that it is not in order, and it doesn't want to be in order. And then it's scratched out and the pieces of the old and new love are jumbled. And then it feels right.