empty bottle falling from the bridge gonna crush the ice above your feet suddenly wake up you for a moment
you drop the eye on what you have. a hardy graft, some plans, one waitress you deasperatly love or strikly speaking who you fancy, one tub and massy rubbish in your head
you lost for tenderness and food you're Charlie after all
last night you use your fag like knife to make poor junky go you're a odinary mental break down, run-of-the-mill run from the ground
you're a stone-cold sober in a deep dark cold blatenly cold water