I’m free now to direct a movie
sing a song or write a book about yours truly
how I’m so interesting I’m so great I’m really just a fuck-up
and It’s such a waste to burn down these walls around me
flexing like a heartbeat we don’t like to speak
don’t talk to me for about a week I’m sorry it just hurts to explain
there’s something going on that makes my guts ache
I got guilt I got fear I got regret
I’m just a panic stricken waste I’m such a jerk

I was honest I swear the last thing I want to do
honest I swear the last thing I want to do
is ever cause you pain

(Morphine, “I’m free now”, 1993. uma desconcertante radiografia da minha alma)