he begs and he pleads
a boy who doesn't know what he wants
and if I want to be used
who am I to deprive an addict
what's a little money,
what's a little fix
to someone who is eager to give?
it's a cruel dichotomy,
the two of us dancing in different time
i do my best at the waltz
while you step in the past
not a symphony,
no harmony,
pure cacophony