I think I'm going to be very embarrassed about this indeed.

So I'm there charging around with the chuggernaut brow, overdraft speeches and deadlines to make

gramming commitments like cats in a sack, telephone, but and a purposeful

gait, when out of the doorway, the tentacle stretch of a song that I know in the world

moves in the slow mo, straight to my head like the first cigarette of the day

and it's you and it's me and we're sleeping through the day

And I'm five years ago

And three thousand miles away

Sounded even better than that

Do I have time?

Man of my caliber Stood in the street like a sleep-walking teenager. I know. I dealt with this years ago.

I took a hammer to every momento, but image-on-image like beads of a rosary pulled through my head as the music takes hold,

and the sicker hits, I can work till I break, but I love the bones of you that I will never escape.

And it's you, and it's May,

and we're sleeping through the day,

and I'm five years ago,

and three thousand miles away,

and I can't, whoops in the fear that you will wake and I'm five years ago and three thousand miles away.

All right. Well, that was an attempt. Yes, you're all very sweet. I'm very, very embarrassed.

It's just 100% what I do.

Oh man, quick quotes, let's go.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, quick quotes.

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