Your perfume on the pillow is the only thing you left. My life's taking on water I just want to drown all the pain. Things have a way of working out? Sommerville and Harvard Square, Mass Ave, Boston you were there your Aphrodite I ate my share, you naked in the public square. This is what I am, a broken man.
It was a Greek tragedy. I broke my life into pieces on purpose. It was like pulling the wings off of flies or drowning ducklings. It was the cruelty of clowns and monsters under beds and my uncles doing **** to innocents.