It's not easy in this phosphorescent gloom telling waking dreams apart anyhow.

Something gets lost when you translate. It's hard to keep straight. Perspective is every thing.

All that I need now is someone with the brains and the know-how to tell me what I want.

Better take the keys and drive forever. Staying won't put these futures back together. All the perfect drugs and superheroes wouldn't be enough to bring me back to zero.

I suppose I should be happy to be misread; better be that than some of the other things I have become.

The king of the jailhouse and the queen of the road think sharing the burden will lighten the load.

But I can't confront the doubts I have.I can't admit that maybe the past was bad,and so, for the sake of momentumI'm condemning the future to deathso it can match the past.

Nightly you retrace your steps again to return to the scene of the crime. It's uncanny how you hover in the air of the wreckage that you left behind.

Say you were split, you were split in fragments and none of the pieces would talk to you. Wouldn't you want to be who you had been? Well, maybe I'd want that too.