There's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out,
but I'm too tough for him,
I say, stay in there, I'm not going
to let anybody see
you

I smoke a blunt to take the pain out/ And if I wasn't high, I'd probably try to blow my brains out/ I'm hopeless, they shoulda killed me as a baby/ And now they got me trapped in the storm, I'm goin' crazy.

Be near me when my light is low,
When the blood creeps, and the nerves prick
And tingle; and the heart is sick,
And all the wheels of Being slow.

"I never met a dame yet that didn't know if she was good-lookin' or not without being told. And there's some of them that give themselves credit for more than they've got. I once went out with a dame who told me, 'I'm the glamorous type.' She says, 'I am the glamorous type.' I said, 'So what?'"