The anxious, big swallowers, big owners. There is no mid term for us. We want nothing or we want everything. Drugs, alcohol, people. I can't have you, I won't ever have you again, my greatest love in a long time. And I perfectly know what I'm gonna do next. As I don't have your approval, I will go and sink in the beds of every person that I find amazingly attractive, trying to feel desired but so many, and sinking in my own tears when I wake up by them and it's not you.