"Sometimes you have a losing personality Mary
Hey I'm honest what do you want, I say what's on my mind and if you can't take it well then fuck off
And I like the way you express yourself ya'know, it's piffy and degenerate. Do you get many dates? I don't think so
No I do, I actually know I do, you'll never believe this but I never thought I was very pretty. Oh what is pretty anyway I mean I hate being pretty it's all I subjective anyway I mean the brightest men just drop dead in front a beautiful face and the minute you climb into the sack it's just a relief to giving, they're so greatful'

This sun pierces through we decaying trees
Enough to make a halo from these floating leaves
From this fire spawns a forge
From a passion so forged
Paper hearts shall burn at the stake
She departs with one reminder of this mistake
Marooned beneath bleeding skies they slumber
But soon the fire hungers
And the flesh freezes solid
So he carves a face so stolid
The hills have eyes to terrify Lovecraft
As the moon slips from his grasp
And the stars fall vacant to the dirt
As he forgets every emotion placed in this verse
Poison clouds tear apart his safe-place
Leafs fall like detached hearts down a staircase

He stares into the sky
It's a pity she can't see why
She's lost amongst the mist
In Gothic Eden set adrift
He stares into the sky
It's a pity she can't see why
She's lost amongst the mist
In Gothic Eden set adrift

She returns with plain-clothed Asmodeus
The sun collapses and she is nameless
Beneath blankets she feigns bliss beneath
While he builds suburbia's in vein atop concrete
He writes the same sequence till his fingers (turn) brittle
She reads between the lines post (suicidal) vigil
She can see a crown of thorns as connected roses
Which blinds her to this swarm of locusts
But this wooden heart shall not be devoured
Even when she's broken apart for hours
Still her eyes shine like (sinking) binary stars
In his eyes and mind they rarely depart
She fears the light like a child fears the darkness
He fears for her lifelike opium amongst the heartless
She see's heaven to find she missed connection
The sun rises to shine light on her misconceptions

He stares into the sky
It's a pity she can't see why
She's lost amongst the mist
In Gothic Eden set adrift
He stares into the sky
It's a pity she can't see why
She's lost amongst the mist
In Gothic Eden set adrift

He sits by the same tree
Reinventing a bastards patchwork
She lifts (hollow) smiles with the same teeth
In descending order of what her laughs worth
He's written this scene sixteen times
Amidst descriptions of him kissing skies
He has felt the conflict of a warm embrace
And the harsh mistress of a clock-face
She can't save her self as my brothers fall to sedatives
He can't save himself so he floods her with godless messages
He opens her eyes; (she) prefers the blindfold
She awakens desires; he cannot resolve
He can stitch on some skeletal wings
And fly away from this unbearable regime
But she pulls (him) back to this oppressive obelisk
He swears to never write (her) another depressive sonnet
She returns to metropolis by day-break
The sun burns her exposed heart as today wakes
To dry (her) every tear the rain drowned
So they slumber here, apart as their hearts make the same sound

"Why is life worth living? It's a very good question. Um...
Well, There are certain things I guess that make it worthwhile. uh... Like what... okay... um...
For me, uh... ooh... I would say... what, Groucho Marx, to name one thing... uh... um... and
Wilie Mays... and um... the 2nd movement of the Jupiter Symphony... and um... Louis Armstrong,
recording of Potato Head Blues... um... Swedish movies, naturally... Sentimental Education by Flaubert
... uh... Marlon Brando, Frank Sinatra... um... those incredible Apples and Pears by Cezanne... uh...
the crabs at Sam Wo's... uh... Tracy's face.."