You know what I'm like when I'm sick: I'd sooner curse than cry. And People don't often know what they're saying
in the end. Or I could die in my sleep.
So I'll say it now. Here it is. Don't pay any attention if I don't
get it right when it's for real. Blame that on terror and pain or the stuff they're shooting into my veins. This
is what I wanted to sign off with. Bend closer, listen, I love you.