I feel like I'm losing.

To the booze
to the men
to the triumph I had in my head
to the Christmas wish from 1992
And a sealed card resting in a suffocated box

Lilacs are dead and snow doesn't fall
It's me. Can I be on T.V.?

To the hair that is dead and to the paved streets
I've so longed to dance on

You, go to sleep and let me do the talking
I'll go and update your prescriptions
I'll remember everything

To the energy, the sweet, ignorant and naive energy
I miss with every dreamed kiss a cold body away

Give me peace.
Give me solace.
Give me time.
Give me more hunger.

I'm not finished yet.