IT'S RAINING. IT'S DARK. AND I CAN NO LONGER FEEL THE FIRE IN MY BLOOD AS THIS LIQUID GOLD MAKES ITS WAY THROUGH MY VEINS. I AM SO ANGRY AT YOU BABY, I AM SO ANGRY. YOU LEFT ME ALONE WITH THIS [BOTTLE] AND THOSE CIGARETTES AND . . . AND IF YOU REALLY LOVED ME, YOU WOULDN'T HAVE LEFT ME. LOVE ISN'T LIVING FOR YOURSELF, LOVE IS LIVING FOR THAT ONE PERSON THAT MAKES YOUR NIGHTS SEEM LIKE DAYS. LOVE IS LIVING FOR OTHERS BUT YOU JUST LIVED FOR YOURSELF.

AND I KNOW THAT NOW, JAMES, I KNOW THAT NOW. AND I THINK THAT'S WHY I CAN NO LONGER BARE TO SEE MY REFLECTION IN THESE SHATTERED [BOTTLE] SHARDS. I JUST WANT TO FIND A TRACE OF YOU IN THE LIQUID LONG GONE. I WANT TO SEE YOUR SMIRK; I WANT TO FEEL YOUR HAND CARESSING MY CHEEK AS I CRY IN YOUR CAR. I WANT YOUR LIPS ON MINE AT TWO IN THE MORNING PRETENDING I AM THE NICOTINE YOU CRAVE. I WANT ANYTHING BUT TO PICK UP A PACKET OF CIGARETTES AGAIN. I WANT ANYTHING BUT TO FEEL MYSELF INHALE YOUR SCENT AGAIN.

I WANT ANYTHING BUT TO FEEL MY EMOTIONS LEAVE ME AS I EXHALE THAT BEAUTIFUL SMOKE AGAIN.

(the sun is beginning to come up but it is still dark)