I set up voice recognition on my phone the day after my cat got run over. Now I have to feign depression every time I need to know the weather. And I don't know whether or not I'm doing well anymore. And I don't know whether or not these tunes will sell at all. Don't follow. Don't follow in my footsteps. I fear that I ain't done any good yet. I fear for the whole damn world. I tried meditating. Mate, I tried everything. I'm spending all my money on forgetting, forgetting, forgetting. Sometimes it's cheaper and easier being asleep. I hate my own advice. I ain't got no more pride to swallow. Don't follow in my footsteps. I fear that I ain't done any good yet. The house is quieter nowadays. I lie awake contemplating my neighbour, who spat that our cat was a nuisance the day that she died. I wouldn't put it past her. In nine short months you taught me that I could love in a way that I'd never before. You're immortalised in liner notes. I thought that I would get to see you grow old.