The high ideals and promises you once dressed the future in are dancing in the embers with the wind.

I'm losing touch with reality and I'm almost out of blow. It's such a fine line, I hate to see it go. Cocaine, runnin' all 'round my brain.

People look around you, the signs are everywhere. You've left it for somebody other than you to be the one who to care.

Very often it's really inconvenient - who you fall in love with. You can't really control it.

How long can you hear someone crying - how long can you hear someone dying - before you ask yourself why?

I look around for the friends I used to turn to pull me through. Looking into their eyes, I see them running, too.

These days I seem to think about the things I forgot to do for you and all the times I had a chance to.