I got a twenty dollar bill that says no one’s ever seen you without make-up. You’re always made up. And I’m sick of your tattoos and the way you always criticize the Smiths and Morrisey. And I know that you’re a sucker for anything acoustic, but when I say let’s keep in touch, I really mean I hope that you grow up….
(all typed from memory)
…Somewhat golden like the afternoons we used to spend BEFORE YOU GOT TOO COOL