And speaking of little Miss Catherine...
I feel swell. Oh well.
Because losing 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?
They 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.
Oh, those words you said.