All this waiting at the subway stations, I often listened 
to the prettiest sounds. This, combined with riding out 
above ground can make for a sad mix of wishful thinking. 
And all the ways the city stays in tact, I think, the 
will to come undone is lost. Some will breathe in style 
knowing they've got something others want. I don't want 
to hear when the family talks down to me. I just want to 
hear a certain voice that comforts me. I was seven for a 
day but I found it hard to breathe with the lungs that I 
have now. I was a child for a year and in that year I 
found that all these people are obsessed with one 
another. All my friends are getting cancer and there's 
not a damn thing I can do about it now. But I still find 
that every single piece of you is beautiful and there's 
nothing I can do about that now. Oh, how are things? I've 
got some friends in shady places. But I'm also one – we 
all arrive the same ways. Oh, that sound was great. How 
can I ever get it back again? In a year it won't matter 
if nothing ever happens – all this will implode. I just 
want to sing some songs that make people feel like 
they're in love. Although, really, it is simply a 
combination of vivid colors and sounds. Somehow it mates 
and creates this insipid tract of feeling alone. I feel 
it too. I feel it too. We are growing bored with our 
lives as time slows to a crawl. Dancer, what was that you 
whispered in my ear? It brought chills to my sudden lack 
of spine. I've had too much to drink tonight and a bit 
too much to smoke and now all that I could muster is oh 
no oh no oh no oh no oh no.