You turned white, like a saint But I'm tired of dancing on a pot of gold... ...Flecked paint. - Elliott Smith

It's a picture perfect evening
And I'm staring down the sun
Fully loaded, deaf, and dumb
And done waiting for sedation to disconnect my head
Or any situation where I'm better off than dead

My mama told me 'baby stay clean
there's no in between.'
but all you ladies and you gentlemen,
between is all you've ever seen or been.

Elliott: "Do you want to hear a happy or a sad song?"
Crowd: "Happy!"
Elliott: "Old or new?"
Crowd: "Old!"
Elliott: "Happy and old, that's a strange choice."