The Joy in Forgetting / The Joy in Acceptance

There is a cat in the window of the house of my lover. Well she sleeps
there alone now or perhaps with another but I try not to think about
that. I try not to think at all. I get cocaine from this girl I met
and my brother buys me alcohol. And I stay up all night walking
through these houses I have grown to hate and my parents ask if I'm all
right I say "I've just been staying up too late." I need to sleep. I
need to do something to get this awful weight up off my chest and keep
her pretty ghost from chasing me...You say there are spaces open and
wide. You say there are days longer than nights. And I could be happy
if only I'd try...but I don't try. I don't try. And you speak of a
fever that burns you inside. As you explain to your mother how you
have wanted to die. So she kisses your fingers and says "My Darling
but why? When there is so much more. There is so much more. Do you
know there are spaces open and wide. Believe me, there are days longer
than nights. And you will be happy the minute you try. So won't you
try? Won't you try?"