addiction, but when you finally did you didn't skip a beat, or alter

your inflection. Where do you live? You change your home so fast, I got

you penciled in and then you're gone, your hand is out but I've got

nothing left to give you, except perhaps some words to get you through

this. I'm sick of enabling you and you can sense it, you glance around

as if for the cops, whatever you've stolen I won't fence it, you know

you're nothing without your props.