She came back from London Broke and trailing a coke addiction She pawned her possessions And got a job in a kitchen Poured her heart out to a fish Waiting to be eaten "How did my life come to this? Its not the one that i envisioned." She caught a glance through the key hole in the cellar At him trailing the train tracks with shoes in one hand And Wilde in another He lit up a f*g, she made a wise crack and he said "this is my stability, and quite frankly i like knowing what will be the end of me."