NY conversation

I am calling, yes I am calling just to speak to you
For I know this night will kill me
if I can't be with you
If I can't be with you

lou Reed -NY telephone conversation

no roses grow on a sailor's grave

If Hans Christian Andersen could've had his way with me
Then none of this shit would have ever gone down
In my cell I'm tattooing myself with
Mermaids and swallows and though I do swallow
My mama thinks I'm grown but I'm really just little

And someday I will remember
Someday I will remember
Someday I will remember