Letters To Cleo Laudanum
It's getting harder to believe I've gotta go, but I don't
want to leave. You've got your mortality on your sleeve.
And if I'm something you've outgrown, you think that
maybe I'd have know. God I wish I'd just known. I want
you to be like me. It would be so easy if you'd just
agree. [I] I've chucked it all out in the past 'cause you're the
one I want at last you are the one for me. I want you to
be...
