Testo di Letting Go

Gooey calms Jeffrey We found my cousin in my uncle Trevor's barn, he slit his arm from wrist to elbow and back again. Hey lay there twitching, a goldfish in broken glass, they shook him, begged, pleaded, I said: "Let it be- he's gone, gone, gone." There's a sweetness in the worst things. My room was bare, so I hung a fuchsia over my bed. The blooms hang heavy, thrusting pistil, dripping spores; almost obscene, withered and ignored, they fall to the floor. There's a sweetness in the worst things.