addiction, but when you finally did you didn't skip a beat, or alter
your inflection. Where do you live? You change your home so fast, I got
you penciled in and then you're gone, your hand is out but I've got
nothing left to give you, except perhaps some words to get you through
this. I'm sick of enabling you and you can sense it, you glance around
as if for the cops, whatever you've stolen I won't fence it, you know
you're nothing without your props.
