Spare me the psycho babble the mental rub-down. For the third time today I put his record on. I caught this ailment on the rebound. I'm looking for another one.
Needle of the lonely truth. Guess it's up to us to choose. Just doing what we have to do. To let the blue sky in. . And it's a game, everyone knows. Bombay gin and last year's clothes.
I've got these watches, one for each time zone. ?How does it feel,? Remy says, ?to be on your own??. Sharing this floor with a dog and a ringing telephone.