i think this is the lowest point

your lowest point, sunshine

but you won't kill yourself in the garden

let the sun shimmer in the warm trickle of your blood

and you will not run away

take the next plane

and pretend to be some other kind of person or animal

i don't know where we go from here, sunshine

beyond tonight

i know tonight you will take a bottle of whisky

drink it dry

and i know tonight you will become too sentimental

and curl up in a ball on the floor

and shake with child's crying

and i know that at that point

you will feel even more ashamed

and even less of a man

than you do now

i do not know how you will find a way to go on living

but i believe you will

i do not wish you would perform your suicide

and i only partly wish you would escape this country and cut your ties

mostly i wish we could go back in time

undo all those errors you made

take it to the start of each pretty woman

back when they were so eager

and you were so strong

back to when you did not really want any one

but I know this cannot happen

i know we are stuck with your past

with your face

and your features

and your frail trembling hands

you could start again elsewhere

and have the same sucess

but it would only come crashing down around you

once again

perhaps there is no escape

and you will go on trembling and drinking to your final days

i wish there was some way to save you, sunshine

i wish you hadn't become such a waste

but here we are

you are totally undone and angry and full of self-hate and stagnant tears

oh i love you honey, sunshine, lad,

but you're fucked

fucked

fucked