How many things or people in my life do I care about? I can count them on one hand.
The purity of a drug is one of its most important factors.
More than anything, I need a god. But I am not capable of having one.
All of my life I’ve tried so hard
Doing my best with what I had
Nothing much happened all the same
Something about me stood apart
A whisper of hope that seemed to fail
Maybe I’m born right out of my time
Breaking my life in two
(Throw me tomorrow, oh oh)
Now that I really got a chance
Everything’s falling into place
Seeing my past to let it go
Only for you I don’t regret
I was Thursday’s child
If you should die before me, ask if you can bring a friend.
There is nothing. There will be nothing. There has never been anything more.
Ashes, dust, and me.