I got miner's mouth from a stint in the service
Lost the use of my legs for two weeks. Impervious
To the treatment that he chose, the doctor in the dungeon:
Stay out as much as possible in the sun. Gin
Fizz on the phone with my mother about the curtains for the closing of the closet: but
Driven to distraction with my doctor in the dungeon

I daydream
I think that he's in love with me
But who's to say I don't have feelings for him
Also?

Driven to distortion by distracting by the deprivations/deeds done to death
By the surgeon with the secrеtary on the sofa said
That your consultation's canceled!