now there's only one one, one, twenty eight seven, twenty one sadly all that's left is some kind of sad desire dwindling like a candle flame completely uninspired where, you ask, has billy gone away within a breath someone locked away the keys they sent him to his death
neckties stilettos with a clasp binoculars and pedicures a sequined opera mask saint bernards amd fancy cars the numbers one through three none of it means anything unless you are here with me