If my brain were a radio station that you could tune into, you might hear this:

"lady madonna, children at your feet, wonders how she'll manage to make ends meet...i believe in memories, they look so pretty when i sleep, when i wake up, you look so pretty sleeping there next to me...you're just damage control for a walking corpse like me...see, i refuse to believe that my life's gonna be just a string of incompletes...we want pre-nup, we want pre-nup, yeeeah, it's sum'un that you need to have cause when she leave yo ass, she gonna leave with half...everybody was dancin' in the moonlight...since you've been gone, i can breathe for the first time, i'm so movin' on...dare you to move, dare you to move like today will never happen...in catholic school, as viscious as roman rule, i got my knuckles bruised by a lady in black...and you could have it all, my empire of dirt...ziegheil to the resident gasman, bombs away is your punishment...so i packed up the louis vuitton...you can't say you never had a doubt and smoked it down but really wanted out...and this is the last time i'll forget you, this is the last time i'll forgive you....déjà j'ai connu le parfum de l'amour, un million de roses n'embaumeraient pas autant, maintenant le seul fleur dans mes entourrages, me rend malade!"

:)