And with what shall I fix
The hole in the bucket, dear Liza
Where the honeyed diamonds of the light leaving your eyes were?
Shall I cancel the play? What, three showings a day?
It was shitty, we couldn't stay longer
Beneath the bridge we kissed
I was busy eating my own wrist for that…
I walked into the room and was made sick by the room
I painted a painting known as A Girl And Her Broom
Its figures all lit up -
Nagasaki, At Night, At War With The Devil!
It ain't easy being a baby like you!
And it ain't easy being a baby like me!
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