Kill the longing. Though I know I'm lying to myself. It's an eccentric gift. Gathering dust on the shelf. Still feverish;. Say dies -- one wish. New stars old sky:. Lies satisfy. How can you live without losing anything?. What do you give the girl who has everything?. While the months go by. And I can almost touch you. I pull back from your hand. Because I want too much to. Hat full of rain. Clean & profane. Though impolite. Can this be right?. I can't -- can't stop you. Do what you want to. What's left -- left over?. Some song you wrote her...