Bobby took me down to the shore yesterday. he pointed at the ocean and said \"can't you fucking see?\" and I said \"sure, what's in it for me?\" natural devotion. when we held hands for too long i'd worry people might stare. but bobby passed away last week. I bet he never cared. now I live all alone. I disguise my voice on the phone. why, on the side of the road, I confess my worries unknown? natural devotion.
[if someone had asked me fifteen years ago to imagine what Hell feels like, it would have felt a lot like Me in (indiscernible) Right Now]
August came and went so quick I'm all missed. I guess. I guess we're burning up in fox piss.
[if you want every monotonous day to feel utterly unreal and meaningless, if you want to spend every moment -------- if you want to lose any understanding of who you are or who you were or who you want to be, move to (indiscernible) alone.]