I say: You need to eat
She says: I'll feed on your breath What if I leave?
She says: Without you I'll be dead
I need some sleep, but I can't let her alone
I'll move to Paris, shoot some heroin and fuck with the stars
You man the island and the cocaine and the elegant cars
Love must be forgotten
Life can always start up anew
We'll choke on our vomit and that will be the end
We were fated to pretend