Darling, youʼll remember me when your eyes are too bloodshot and your hands keep shaking. You wait for the Marines to come. You’ve got what you need and itʼs hid in the cellar behind a box of matches. You wait for the sky to fall. Well, you had a choice until you went and made it. Darling, you want something more; something you can inhale and breathe into your body. Thereʼs something burning in your hands.