Shouldn't have got so loaded;
I damn near exploded.
Oh Lord, you know I should’ve known it.

*They're all leaving me alone now. Gunn, Fred and Cordelia. I hate to have disappointed them, or worse to make them worry, but I can't talk about you with them. They wouldn't, couldn't, understand. That if you were here we'd be together, that they wouldn't be allowed to even look at you without my permission. I don't even want to imagine what they'd say.*

Whatever the price is, whatever the crisis,
oh please don't leave me to my own devices.

*I'm lonely, Spike. I've been alone before, but I feel it now. I did when I came here to escape Buffy, but this is worse. Worse, I guess, because it's you. You're closer to me than anyone else ever has been. My blood flows in your veins and yours in mine. I've crawled inside you and never quite left, have invited you into myself and kept you there. But now, now I can't feel you there, wrapping your fingers around my heart and my cock.*

She was a pretty good waitress,
said she waited on Elvis.
Said she talks too much.

*And I'm afraid, Spike. I fear that you'll end your life before I see you again, that you'll continue to believe that I don't love you. For years now, the only thing we could count on was each other. Even if all we had was distrust and sorrow, we were constant. Dru wandered away, Buffy... was a mistake. But we've always been there. Even when we thought that the other wasn't, we were. I know that now and I wish you did too.*

Save it up for a rainy day;
it just rained yesterday.

*Send another postcard soon, Spike. I'm dying here.*

Whatever the price is, whatever the crisis,
oh please don't leave me to my own devices.