It hurts too much. Ouch the furnace burnt me All this talk of how bad love is, if you think so . . .
Stuff is cool.
Anyone can piss on the floor . . . Somewhere in between the shadow and the real me you can hide, I'll comfort you. Calm your every fear. There's always a place for you in me. Sarah, you're a lousy dog-fucking whore and you will never love John the way I do.