It was his last flight home.

I let you out tomorrow and I'm feeling it today
the loss is overwhelming but I know I'll be okay
The person I was growing would've suffered more than lived
so rather than be broken be responsible for this
Another day is coming and it may not be the last
you have to be prepared to face the choices of your past
Allow them to define you like a punch unto the gut
Or watch the way they move you on your way to giving up
I need a sponge to soak up all the blood I've lost and spilled
The seventh month surrenders, I am sorry I have killed

Ecstasy spoke, with murmurs in moans.

Begged endlessly, “Spare change?” –received pennies.

Fearful pain... [Swallow]...suicide [End scene].

When I had two arms, I had ***.
When I had money, I had friends.
When I had two arms, I got invited out.
When I gave a performance, I had fans.
When I had two arms, I had careers.
When I had drugs, I had power.
When I had two arms, I could use a computer.
When I had something to steal, I had company.
When I had two arms, I got flirted with.
When I give free rides, I have passengers.
When I had two arms, men and women wanted to date me.
When I had fancy things, I was impressive.
When I had two arms, I had friends.

I hugged you.
You kissed her.

Fog up car windows with me.