So I hear you’d like a song.nAbout what exactly?nWhat exactly are you looking for?nNo one ever specifies what they’re looking for anymore.nHow am I supposed to know?nnI will get you tattooed to my wrist.nI swear this is the last incision I’ll ever have to make.nMake me star tonight and be sure it is December because I’m never clearer, ever clearer then.nnI keep my lungs clean most of the time and I don’t drink myself to excess except when I am with you in that city.nYes, that city is the death of me.nIt will be the death of me.nIt will be the death of me, so let me be alone.