Everybody says it’s just another decay of the soul But I know I’m a hopeless follower of anything to take me Away from this hole in the ground I found it’s hopeless clinging to a feeling Like a fish on a line, so blinded by the lately Hopeless, no more saying that there’s no more time.
I’ve was trying far too hard To be what I thought I should be I was playing wild cards and Seeing things that weren’t in front of me Like a little tiger, play fighting, I was hurting myself, again and again
Mark: Date? It wasn’t a date. What are you talking about? Doug: You went out with her, right? Mark: We had dinner. Doug: Well… Mark: She started two days ago. I was just you know, being nice. Doug: So it was like a mercy date? Mark: Of course not. It was like an introduction, that’s all. Carol: Orientation. Mark: Exactly. Thank you Carol. Doug: Date.