"I donât like the words that the birds are singing. I hate their ugly voices and the messages theyâre bringing. But if everyone can start again and everyone can win then Iâll re-arrange the place that I'm in. And I canât stick the way that they flap and flutter. They whisper Iâm a cunt and they cackle and they mutter. But iâm sure I heard them reassure me everything ends as I walked away from all my fake friends. Theyâve scrutinised the mistakes Iâve been making. Tthey know who Iâve fucked, they know what Iâve taken. Theyâve seen me in the shower with shit down my legs. Theyâve seen me searching a strangerâs house for dregs. I used to think they loved me, but now I know itâs pity and they know that they can always flee this fucking city. They even said theyâd help me out and give me a head start and they know that these days my cockâs as numb as my heart. New blood flows. Old faces go. I like the new ones better. I think I like these girls. Feels like Iâve travelled miles. Now I want to party all the time. Now I want to party all the time again."