"You know Abba, they were a bunch of skinheads"

So we lay, in the bed of opium,
Heroin man go away,
this room is too far to place.
I want a island with a quilt of my own,
Content and far madness were left at home.
The snow always seems good,
but theres always those,
who know that it will turn slush.
Pave the walls with slush.
A ticket for a roller coaster.
Every 40 seconds is filled with the most intimate fear.

Later that day I got out.

This thing so beautiful said it loved me.