She gets high. He gets low. But it is his life. Like Frank Jr. . He starts to sneeze. And pronounces "bless me". Wipes his nose on his shirt. That says "Kill Whitey".
When the light certainly shines on you. All the signs or ties point to you. Every where I look, I see your face, it comes to view. One's not enough, two's a little rough, now three's not bad if you think that you can handle it.