Come all ye lost
dive into moss
I hope that my sanity covers the cost
to remove the stain of my love,
paper maché,
come all ye reborn
blow off my horn
I'm driving real hard
this is love, this is porn
God would forgive me
but I whip myself scorn.
I want to hear what you have to say about me,
hear if you're going to live without me,
hear what you want
I remember december.
and I want to hear what you have to say about me
hear if you're going to live without me
I want to hear what you want
what the hell do you want?

-Second half of "I remember" by Damien Rice.