There's two people in the world I feel good with; one of them lives 700km away and I can't meet the other one.
And I can't ask them for what I really want.
'couse they can't deal it.
That's all.
That's all. That kind of easy. That kind of simple.
That kind of lethal.
As lethal as another back-wall and pockets-handed night.
As useless as whisper in a dead man's ear.