Nerves like nylon, no money, no food, no drugs, no future, just endless nightmares and a fragile heart; frankly, I can't stand much more of this...

And I miss my ex-wife, took some time to realize that, or maybe not, I'm not good at thinking nowadays, and it's raining (association to Paul Verlaine), fuck, I have to go out to see if there's any money around, but I don't think so...