The Joy in Forgetting / The Joy in Acceptance

There is a cat in the window of the house of my lover. Well she sleeps

there alone now or perhaps with another but I try not to think about

that. I try not to think at all. I get cocaine from this girl I met

and my brother buys me alcohol. And I stay up all night walking

through these houses I have grown to hate and my parents ask if I'm all

right I say "I've just been staying up too late." I need to sleep. I

need to do something to get this awful weight up off my chest and keep

her pretty ghost from chasing me...You say there are spaces open and

wide. You say there are days longer than nights. And I could be happy

if only I'd try...but I don't try. I don't try. And you speak of a

fever that burns you inside. As you explain to your mother how you

have wanted to die. So she kisses your fingers and says "My Darling

but why? When there is so much more. There is so much more. Do you

know there are spaces open and wide. Believe me, there are days longer

than nights. And you will be happy the minute you try. So won't you

try? Won't you try?"