that it's bright magenta and it burns and now I guess I've made it yours and I hope you will accept it with my pride. And since you asked for it, I'm
I didn't trust my own ears when I heard you say, I'm a divorcee. I got bills to pay. I got talent to waste (not accounting for taste)- I want money if
with the sky- it doesn't work anymore! I'm gonna beat my head against a wall until it doesn't hurt anymore! I'm gonna shout these tenets I believe until I'm
happy there together. I hope it lasts almost forever! But just before the final day, I hope you wake up once and say, I hate him. I HATE HIM! Just like
love's demands. She's here, and she's gone. Well, I am not a religious man, but I can admit when I'm blessed -I am!- and I'll never ask for nothing again
shades and none of them are red. I'm exhausted and weightless. I'm in love and I hate it, 'cause I'm stuck here with you. I'm in love and I hate it (
that something is wrong. But I don't understand. I hardly every drink. Somehow, I'm always wasted, man. I'm wasting everyone's time now that I've wasted all mine I'm
on your words. Like a junkie to drugs. Like a moth to a flame. I'm drunk on your dischord. I cannot speak a word. Nor remember my name. I'm getting ahead
money. I'll find ways to waste it at night. We can rot here and grow mushrooms; There's nothing better to do! 'Cause you have grown out of me, and I am
a poke. Ride the elevator to the 32nd floor, and ask me if there's anything more- I think I'm gonna jump down to see what I can see. I've got a song
