You son of a bitch, you've got no friends. You've got no steady job, you've got no girlfriend. You say I'm cheap, you're just like me. The answer to the question, put to you by me.
Thought of you tonight. Simple twists and turns. Incarcerated here. And handcuffed to your world. . Your innocence is cruel. Coquettish and arcane. But I need it all the same.