So Here I Am. This Is As

It's Only In Drugs Or Death We'll See Anything New, And Death Is Just Too Controlling.

The Trick To Forgetting The Big Picture Is To Look At Everything Close-up.

Crying Is Right At Hand In The Smothering Dark, Closed Inside Someone Else, When You See How Everything You Can Ever Accomplish Will End Up As Trash.

I Don't Want To Die Without Any Scars.

When We Die, These Are The Stories Still On Our Lips. The Stories We’ll Only Tell Strangers, Someplace Private In The Padded Cell Of Midnight. These Important Stories, We Rehearse Them For Years In Our Head But Never Tell. These Stories Are Ghosts, Bringing People Back From The Dead. Just For A Moment. For A Visit. Every Story Is A Ghost.