I am bottled fizzy water. And you were shaking me up. You are a fingernail running. Down the chalkboard I thought I've lefted in third grade. Now my only consolation. Is that this could not last forever. Even though you're singing and thinking how well you've got it made. Who are you?. When will you be through?. Yeah it's just a phase. It will be over soon. Yeah it's just a phase. Yeah it's just a.... Call it women's intuition. But I think I'm on to something here. Temporaryism has been the Black Plague. And the Jesus of our age. I know that I sound opinionated. Maybe biased and quite possibly jaded. But sooner than later they'll be throwing quarters at you on the stage. Who are you?. When will you be through?. Yeah it's just a phase. It will be over. soon. Yeah it's just a...phase!!. And I am waiting for it to be over too.