I'm Going, She Said. I

It’s The Order Of Things: Each One Gets A Taste Of Honey Then The Knife.

When You Clean Up A City, You Destroy It.

People Run From Rain But Sit In Bathtubs Full Of Water.

There's A Small Balcony Here, The Door Is Open And I Can See The Lights Of The Cars On The Harbor Freeway South, They Never Stop, That Roll Of Lights, On And On. All Those People. What Are They Doing? What Are They Thinking? We're All Going To Die, All Of Us, What A Circus! That Alone Should Make Us Love Each Other But It Doesn't.

I Can't Blame Her. But Wonder Why She's Here With Me? Where Are The Other Guys? How Can You Be Lucky? Having Someone The Others Have Abandoned?