I got a lot to give. I give and I give. It never comes back. But who said it would?
You get a moment. That's all. Just one. That's how the game works. One perfect moment.
What are you doing out here? I mean on the road? Yeah, grampa. Shouldn't you be somewhere else? Like hospital. On life support.
I'm beginning to feel quite good about myself. Quite simply, I'm beginning to feel.
In order to not make this a waste, you need to keep focused.
I get woken in the night by I don't know what. I need to do something. I don't know what. I lie in the dark and get angry. All the things that I need to do come to me now in this moment with all Los Angeles asleep. I need to do it all, so I can put it to rest. Instead the garbage truck rolls up and churns up my guts, the grinding noise makes me insane.
I see your pain. I can give love to that.
Let me be desired by. Love me, love me, love me. Hold onto me. Hold on to your daddy.
Every motherfucker looking over his shoulder to make sure he's got more than everyone else.
Before you sat down, before you logged on, you did your high colonic, you made yourself lovable, you cleaned up your act, you got sponsorship, you sold your love...
Your close circle of personal friends is no more than a client list… reduced to their starkest: What can you do for me motherfuckers? What can you do for me?
I used to find I couldn't have one drink, I needed a bottle, I couldn't smoke one I needed a carton, I couldn't make love once...
I want the freedom your love gives to me. I took drugs instead.
Keep coming back, it works if you work it. Lie on your back, it squirts if
A man falls out of a window of a skyscraper. As he passes each floor he says, "36th floor - so far so good. 35th floor, so far so good."
