Swallow your spit, change your clothes. Do you know how many times I almost gave up? I wanted to. I had plans. You brought evil inside. You gave names to the demons. In the pharmacy lights long after the night fell, dreamsick, with the taste of death on your mouth, lovesick, and still getting fucked around. The wind never stops. It just goes off some other place, movement for movement's sake, and there will always be another way to love yourself. You've got to find a way to love yourself. Homesick for every place you've left. Bloodsick, still poisoning yourself. Short-hand, cross-breeze, I have everything I need. Painter's white in the bright morning light, don't forget about me.