it's a wonderful morning but I don't feel like getting up, so I just turn around, face to the wall, and listen to my blood pulsing through the veins beneath my ears, as if anything made sense at all.
I have never felt this sane before, although you won't believe me when I say I now know the answer to it all and it is: no.
it's a wonderful night but I don't feel like going out - 'there's no place like home', that's what they say. so I'm playing black jack against my bitterness: the sucker always wins and I gamble all my hopes away.
but it has never seen more clear than this, although you won't believe me when I say I that I found the answer to it all and it is: no.
and it's a wonderful life, I know, I am aware of that and oh, I appreciate it all! and this isn't sad, it isn't desperate, it is just that I don't really have a use for it at all.
And I have never been more sane than this although you won't believe me when I say I found the answer to it all and it is: no.