Don't think you have to be good because you're the only one left. Be as bad as you like.

We make patterns, we share moments. Sometimes, I think I'm the only one to see it.

Don't think you have to be good because you're the only one left. Be as bad as you like.

And in bed, deep inside the building, are all the headaches that won't go away. The failed kidneys, the rashes, the ragged-edged moles, the lumps on the breast, the coughs that have turned nasty. In the Marie Curie Ward on the fourth floor are the kids with cancer. Their bodies secretly and slowly being consumed. And then there's the mortuary, where the dead lie in refrigerated drawers with name tags on their feet.

Three points for the dead slowly prising open the lids of their coffins. They want to hunt the living. They can't stop. Their throats have turned to liquid and their fingers glint under the weak autumn sun.

Was this love? Because it hurt. It was like a bit of glass stuck somewhere important--his heart or his head, and it was throbbing.

Maybe you should say goodbye, Cal.' 'No.' 'It might be important.' 'It might make her die.