It ends just the way it started, with all those places I can’t put up with. Those dark words that could have been less bitter.
Never mind the cracks, they always get filled in with dirt. That should sure do the job!
Let’s go now, or else we'll be late to see the end of the world.
Always carry the golden coin in your back pocket, make sure you never lose it out of sight when it’s exposed. Nothing except that really matters inside this bell jar.
Make sure you forget every word of that cheap play when you are about to go up on stage again.
This will leave you intact. No finger prints, no DNA samples. As if it never happened.