I pump poison. Into my body. To forget. That I am me. It feels good. Wonderful. I forget I have feelings at all. You're dizzy. I floated up. Fifteen miles high.
Waiting on this empty day. It's just the same as any day. An' although I got nothing to say. I'm going to say it anyway. Day, day upon day, day upon day.
The death of the party. Came as no surprise. Why did we bother. should have stayed away. . Another night. And I thought well well. Go to another party.