And I hope that she's really happy now. Now she's got her cake and she went and ate him too. Heads down, out on 47 Poison Street. With all the ghosts just sitting there with you. Beethoven - he was a deaf man. And Jesus Christ was a Jew. But of all those little twists of irony - My favourite one is you. And if our eyes ever have to meet for more than just one second. Then if you weren't already there, I would tell you to go to hell. But if I spent my whole damn life trying to think of a curse for you, It would never be as bad as the curse that you dealt to yourself. So tell me - what do you dream about? And tell me - how do you shut it all out? And how do you live with yourself now?
-Justin Sullivan-