It's way too fucking cold outside and I'm alone in my room. It's too bad that I cast aside the good intentions to hide behind mistakes. Another drink a long ride home. Another week I'm all alone. Well I guess it's no surprise. At least tonight I get to see you one last time. Set a scene, get your frame straight, the cameras rolling but it's too late. Deleted sequence on the cutting floor. Pan, reveal, reaction walk out the door. So I'll drink myself to death. The well's gone dry and there's nothing left. Let the vultures feast your eyes.