Talkin' all that raspy shit

Kept thinking about him... Couldn't stop. It went on and on in my head as a melody would. But didn't sound quite like a melody. Or maybe a tortured one. Like the "Twisted Nerve" song from the Kill Bill movie.

Nice, huh?

Anyway, how do stop this? I'm sure the easy way out is to get ride of the thoughts I have
on my mind by spitting them out to him. But I never chose the easy way out, haven't I?

How is it possible that I can be so brave on some stuff and with him
I just cannot spit the truth out? I became such a coward. It depresses me.
More.

and More, and More, and More.

Bye Bye New York, my sweet enchanted dream.