I never know what to say or when to say it. Shouldnt I be happy now that I have flowers in a vase in my room and a kitten to play with? It's blowing a gale and a tree came down. There are live wires across the road. The rain is pounding at my window. And I'm worried about choices I made too long ago (things that I thought would make me happy). Sorrow found me when I was young. Sorrow waited, sorrow won. Sorrow that put me on the pills. It's in my honey, in my milk. Dont leave my hyper heart alone on the water, Cover me in rag and bone, sympathy...
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