"How many vicodin must be swallowed
To ease the pain inside this void...

In a dim-lit room, with smoke-filled air,
Frank played jazz, his fingers a blur...

Everything was set up.
Spoon, fork, porcelein plates...

Rode the bus that night,
Only a ticket in my hand...

Harry said if he'll be a blue bird.
he'll fly to you...

Move those legs and run.
Find the quickest route...

has anyone ever told you
that your eyes smiles...

You were the "Him" I adore
you were the "Darling" I call...

I was at a party
Of animals and midnight...

It was the only night
I felt real—comfortable...

Its been twenty 23 years
of peaceful walks by the seashore...

Powders and liners,
Contours and curlers...