Too much
I only need enough to be entirely
Consumed
Enough to digest what is left of my nonsense

No one needed you
I had more to lose
No wonder why
You're a recluse

And I cut you when I didn't know anything more than "too cute", or "no use"

It's just not that easy to be around

Stay cool when you're losin'
Because truthfully you're still worthless

My dreams bleed into mornings
My nights bleed into dreams
(I am pulling out my eyes so I can see inside my pockets
It's time that makes the fingers dry, the bony breaks you find in your skin, dormant)

[Outro: Brad Neely]
Ron tells Harry that he is a pot of coffee by day, bottle of wine by night type of guy
Harry says "triple that, and you've got me."