The last time I saw you, you could barely stand, pale faced in a cold sweat, eyes glazed over on Brighton Beach, you said "it's been so long" it seems to me that the brightest were built to fall and rot away, forget about those friends who cared so much because they're not coming back to pull you out, you're rotting away unloved and alone, rotting away, you're so lost within yourself, so far you've only made things worse, and I know what it's like because I've been there before, forced smiles in slurred conversation and their faces turn so bitter and cold, they gave up on you, you gave up on yourself, the brighteast light barely glows in the dark, you used to have everything and now you're all alone, so far you've only made things worse.