That's The Way It Ends. The Thin

Angels, We Have Grown Apart.

My Body Gnaws At Me From One Side And My Spirit Gnaws At Me From The Other.

But My Whole Life Has Been A Matter Of Fighting For One Simple Hour To Do What I Want To Do. There Was Always Something Getting In The Way Of My Getting To Myself.

To Be Young Is The Only Religion.

I No Longer Want It All, Just Some Comfort And Some Sex And Some Minor Love.