I'll get tired of the heart attacks. Every time it rings. I'll put myself on the waiting list. And get it all cleared up. You're the one with the attitude. Don't try and make me out. To be the root of the evil in. The whole rotten affair. Lie back and suffer now. We've both earned our reward. Buried deep in the telegram. I'm sure I never got. Was any clue of the whereabouts. Of all the things I'd lost. Just because you were right before. Doesn't mean you're right. To make up now would just vindicate. Every doubt I had. It's not as simple as. How much you think you care. You would never know. When to take the hint. Broken glass aside. My feelings stay the same. Covered head to toe. In blood and fear and spite