and i went crazy again today, looking for a strand to climb, looking for a little hope. baby said he couldn’t stay, wouldn’t put his lips to mine, and a fail to kiss is a fail to cope. i said ‘honey, i don’t feel so good, don’t feel justified, come on put a little love here in my void’ he said ‘it’s all in your head’ and i said ‘so’s everything’ but he didn’t get it….




















