Long ago. And so far away. I fell in love with you. Before the second show. . Your guitar. It sounds so sweet and clear. But you're not really here. It's just the radio. . Don't you remember
The ants are in the sugar. The muscles atrophied. We're on the other side, the screen is us and we're T. V. Spread me open,. Sticking to my pointy ribs. Are all your infants in abortion cribs.