Mar 16, 2018
He’s singing softly along with the radio while he skims through a Rieze Maxian newspaper.
“There’s a lit cigarette In the hand of my new angel; she’s blowing smoke like halos, And now everybody wants her– but I shouldn’t even bother Because you made me so complete dear– but you left me so alone here Hang a noose for my new sinner, somewhere everyone can see it Won’t you? Beg me and then tell me, had I loved you Like anybody else would I know you're risking failure Better run for cover; you’d better start to love her So much you’re moving on…”
