Leslie Talia

Let me tell you:
This girl I'm with
Has turned me into Jack Nicholson,
The one who asked,
"Is this as good as it gets?"

Here I am,
Alone in my apartment,
Which is a hell of a place to be,
When you're by yourself,
A hell of a place to be.

Then, I remember
That scene from The Green Mile
When the old Tom Hanks sneaks out of the nursing home
To take a piece of toast to that mouse,
Onto whom the breath of life was breathed.

Heaven, baby.
I'm in heaven,
Breathing your breath between the sheets.
Sucking in disease,
Breathing out life.

I've got another story to tell,
About a man and a woman,
About a person and a rat,
About ribs of clay
And temples of holiness.