And speaking of little Miss Catherine... I feel swell. Oh well. Because losing you was something I always did so well.
I guess I just can't tell anymore.
And the feeling I get when I see your clothes spread out on my floor: I'm such a bore. I don't do anything anymore. I just count these ceiling tiles falling to my floor.
Sorry. I merely lost my head. I'm sorry. I merely lost my head. But you know those words that you said? Thay get stuck here in my head. And this feeling I dread? It makes me wish I was dead.
Or just alone instead. I'll be alone instead. I don't need anyone in this bed.
Just these ceiling tiles falling through my head.
Sorry. I really lost my head. I'm so sorry I really lost my head.
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